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[flowerysubmissive]

How can anyone get work done with me around, you ask? I’ll let you know the answer to that question, when I have it~🤭

[gojoest]

pillow talk and lots of belly rubs in the morning with pregnancy freak satoru. he goes down on you once he makes sure the baby in your belly is still sleeping (no signs of kicking). he loves to start his day between your legs. your pregnant pussy smells so, sooo good and tastes even better — the second he wakes up his mouth is already salivating. ​he kisses the inner of your thighs and the lower of your belly — walks you through every single thing he’s about to do to you bc the baby bump gets in the way of your vision. tells you to relax your back against the pillow. that he’ll tell you everything. that he’ll take care of everything

[citrusdevill]

crittyyyy.... save me crittyy

[konigceo]

könig cumming 2 quickly

written by a minor

könig gets all shaky whenever he's abt to cum, n it gets sooo much more intense when he cums early :( he gets worried for a second, worried that u would be disappointed in him for cumming this early on. it's honestly ur fault, u just feel too good that he can't help!!

könig tries his best to make you stop grinding onto him, trying to delay his impending orgasm. but ofc it doesn't work, u were so needy for him all day, and needed his cock right then and there!!! he honestly loves it when ur all over him, he feels so useful to u :(

könig's hands tremble at your hips, whimpering your name out so sweetly, 'bitte, bitte..' he pleads. könig's mind turns to mush, poor guy doesn't even know what he's pleading for :( he's so conflicted, he doesn't want you to stop, but he doesn't wanna cum so easily like a horny teenager :(

it's been so long since he's felt this fucking good, maybe it's the long deployment getting to him. könig spurts his load inside of you, shame coursing in his veins. his mind is racing, not just from the orgasm, but from the pure shame he's feeling :( he's a seasoned colonel, a grown man, yet he comes unraveling at your pussy.

as you momentarily stop, könig utters a quiet apology. 'mein liebe.. i- i'm sorry, i didn't mean to cum so quickly,' he mutters. you reassure him, telling him that you're glad you made him feel that good. könig still feels bad, cumming before you did, so he makes sure you cum an extra 2 times!! he wants to make it up to you, not like you didn't enjoy it ;)

[callmevenus]

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⭐️🎀 美少女戦士セーラームーン R ⭐️🎀

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[cosmobrain00]

the will b grind never stops unfortunately

[bimb0-bunnie]

my only purpose is to worship daddy like he's a god 🤍૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

[b1mbodoll]

size kink + park jisung on my mind!!!! he cant get enough of ur cute moans n the feelin of your tight walls clingin to his cock, clenching desperately around his length as you try to accomodate to his size

calls you his perfect little girl while he works his fat tip inside your sweet cunt, already close to cumming when he’s only halfway inside bc you’re sobbing from the stretch n still scratching at his back, chanting breathy whispers of “please” n “more, ji” through hiccups

you can feel every time his cockhead almost slips past your cervix n into your womb, wanting nothing more than for jisung to fill you up completely n paint your insides white.

his hips still and sticky ropes of cum spurt from his tip into your sensitive cunt, soft sniffles escaping you n you thank him for breeding you, a dopey, fucked out smile adorning your pretty face

[oonessawness]

Been working on commissions alot but heres my boy Yancy cause I feel like I haven't drawn him in forever :> + tanktop bc uhmmm i like men. (old art that inspired me to redraw him under the cut!!)

I also have a shirtless version of the new one so ermmm if anyone wants to see it ill tack it onto a reblog ^_^...

[mynameis-a]

[flowerysubmissive]

Can you tell me what’s out of place~💕 🤭?

[xoxomyah]

[suhyeos]

BILLLIE appendix: Of All We Have Lost Fragments of Memory #1 2024. 10. 16 6PM KST

[bratdotcom]

Oh, Honey

( college!Ford Pines x reader || second- not first date jitters )

Ford's eyes were trained on the paper slipped into his newly bought electric typewriter, he adjusts his glasses with his palm as he types. Unsurprisingly, having six fingers on each hand helped a lot when trying to reach an essay word count. 

Ford somewhat wishes he went to the library to type out his paper. His fingers were starting to cramp from making contact with the keytops of his typewriter. Maybe asking Fiddleford to tweak with how the keytops were fixed would help with the spacing? He'd have to ask later. 

Ford hears a knock on the door.

He almost falls out of his chair, something under his sleeve makes a loud beep sound. It was his watch. It was supposed to remind him of something. He couldn't remember what.

"One moment!" He calls out to whoever was at the door, adjusting his glasses again. He stares at himself in the reflection of his window to check if he at least looked somewhat presentable. Ever since he woke up at nine, he's been working on his paper. 

He messes with his hair to make it seem like he actually brushes it in the morning, running his fingers through it to make it look nice. "I-I'm coming!" He looks away from his reflection at the door. Whoever it was, they seemed impatient.

Surely, it wasn't that serious, the knocking seemed to get louder and louder and- oh. 

He forgot about you. He also forgot that it was a Saturday. And that the paper he was working on wouldn't be due until next month. 

Ford almost trips over his untied shoelace as he scrambles to answer the door.

"G-greetings." Again, Ford adjusts his glasses. This time, because he was embarrassed. He can't believe he forgot he agreed to a date. A date with you. 

He smiles awkwardly, already feeling his face heating up in embarrassment.

He's red by the time you make eye contact with him, while he's trying his best to avoid making eye contact with you. "You look great." He says, not having looked toward you once. Not like he had to. He knew you probably looked better than him right now. He was still in the clothes he wore yesterday- he was too busy working on equations to change into his proper sleeping clothes. His fingers tug on the cuff of his button-up sleeve. 

"And you look," you look him down from his head to his shoes. Which he most likely, also, slept in. "Comfortable." You say with slight amusement. Ford could hear the smile in your tone.

"Thanks." He replies, looking down at the floor. Ford then realizes that he's wearing his dress shoes. And that one of his laces was untied. 

To avoid embarrassing himself more, and to avoid looking at you, he immediately kneels down to tie his shoe. He can feel the sweat build up around the collar of his shirt. He mentally slaps himself in the face for wearing white. 

"Were you powdering your nose or something? I heard you struggling in there." You look over his back and into his dorm. You see papers sprawled out on a desk, three questionable-looking coffee mugs, chewed up pencils, and sticky notes. Everywhere. Like he was trying to remember everything. 

Ford gets up, you both hear his knees crack loudly. Which wasn't normal. At all. Good grief. He needed to go out more.

"You...you can come in, if you'd like." He says, unable to stop himself from stumbling on his words. He steps to the side, once again, almost tripping on something he forgot he had put on the floor. This time, a stack of textbooks he placed next to his dresser. 

"Thank you." You say in a pleasant tone, looking around the room. You couldn't tell which side of the room belonged to Ford or to his roomate. Both sides were equally messy and somewhat neat.

"My bed's uh, right there." He points to your left, to a bed with a book laid face-down on the comforter. "Don't mind my roommate's side- he's working on something right now so don't touch anything- please.”

You smile along to his words. "Sir, yes, sir." You pretend to salute him as you traverse through the room, making sure to be careful where you step. 

You were going to be the death of him. And you didn't even know it yet.

"I'm going to the washroom! Uh, please excuse me!" Ford says in a tone louder than he wanted to say. He quickly turns around and makes a beeline to the bathroom. You snicker to yourself as the bathroom door closes behind him.

"I will, don't worry." You say loudly enough for him to hear over the sound of him turning on the bathroom sink. He felt stuffy. And sweaty. 

"Get. Yourself. Together." He points at himself in the mirror, glasses off. He needed to calm down. He desperately needed to calm down. How did he get the second date? How? 

This wasn't even the first date. He passed that base! Like what Fiddleford said! Why was he still nervous? 

He splashes cold water onto his face to wake himself up, stray droplets splash onto his shirt. Looking in the mirror again, he bares his teeth at his reflection. 

Ford brushes his teeth- just in case. You haven't kissed yet. But it wouldn't hurt to brush. He couldn't remember the last time he brushed his teeth. Or if he did this morning.

He wipes his mouth on his towel before looking in the mirror one last time. He looked presentable. He hoped that in your eyes, you thought the same. 

Opening the bathroom door, he's met with the sight of you sitting on his bed. Looking around at all the posters he and Fiddleford hung up. Sometimes, he forgot they were even there. 

"Do you like the decor? You can take a poster if you want." Ford had no idea why he was offering you one of his posters, but that's what people do on a date, right? Give each other things? Gifts? 

You chuckle as you turn him down on his offer. "No thanks, I think my roomie would kill me for messing with the decor back at my dorm." Come to think of it, Ford's never actually been to your dorm before. It was always you going to him, not the other way around. Ford laughs along, not knowing what to say. 

"So, are you ready for our little field trip?" You ask, watching as he stepped around the room to search for something. Ford wasn't actually looking for anything in particular- he just wanted to seem busy, so you'd think he was cool. "Field trip?" He repeats with a raised brow. "Yeah, we're going to that café with the good pumpkin lattes, remember?”

"So we're going into town, then?" He asks, slapping himself on the forehead mentally when he realizes how stupid his question must've sounded out loud. Ford could do fifth dimensional calculus but couldn't be smooth for the life of him. "Yes, we're going into town." You reply, leaning your elbows against the foot board of his bed.

"Let me grab my coat." He says, playing with the collar of his shirt as he opens his closet. To add insult to his multiple figurative injuries, several hat boxes and shoe boxes fall straight out of the closet and onto his face.

"Oh shit!" You exclaim, quickly getting up from his bed to help him.

Ford tries to angle himself in a way that wouldn't get his face squished between several hat boxes and shoes. He's never done anything this physical in years.

"Uh, here. Let me..." You carefully pull off his glasses so that they wouldn't get in the way. Carefully, you pull each box off of his person in a way that wouldn't hurt him and place each one onto the floor. 

It was a silent exchange, Ford couldn't see, and you didn't really know what to say to make this feel any better.

You try your best to slip his glasses back onto his face. You almost poke him in the eye. "Sorry." You both say in unison, which makes Ford's face go red. For a man who prided himself in being an overachieving genius, he surely felt stupid now. 

He stumbles back, almost falling over the boxes you set aside earlier as he reaches for his coat. "Let's go, then?" You say, watching as he folds his coat onto his arm. "Y-yes. Let's go." 

For the first time ever in his life, Ford extends his arm out for you to hold onto. He keeps his fist closed as he does so. He hopes he's doing this right.

[b1mbodoll]

thinkin' about pervy puppy hybrid g!p bff yunjin with a corruption kink..... urghhghhhh

warnings: perv! yunjin + innocent! reader + hybrids + scent kink + biting + somnophilia + oral + virginity + referring to cum as milk / dickmilk + marking

💌: ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEE PUPPY JEN :( i need her neow

puppy yunjin n puppy reader though !!!! taking advantage of your innocent, she’ll sniff at your cunt n play it off by sayin she was just messin with you!! even goes as far as to bite you hard enough to leave a mark, strategically sinking her canines into the soft skin of your neck, whining apologetically when you freak out n tell her someone could think she’s your mate ☹️

yunnie’s a needy lil thing, rutting her hips n grinding her cock between your thighs while you sleep, acting completeoy clueless when you ask about the cum left on your fluffy lil tail the next morning <3

the first time you notice her hardened cock, you ask her about it n her tail thumps against the floor so hard, eyes glazing over before she collects herself n is able to explain it. she tells you that her cock is hard bc she loves you, giggling when you blush n asking if you wanna see it. when you agree she’s stumbling over herself to strip, taking your hand in hers n wrapping it around her length, squeezing it and moaning as precum dribbles from her slit.

curiousity gets the best of you and you unknowingly push her closer n closer to an orgasm, digging your thumb into the tip of her cock and stroking it, even listening to her when she tells you to lick at the “milk” leaking down her length.

your tongue making contact with it is enough to make her orgasm, squeezing her eyes shut as she blows her load and thick ropes of cum spurt onto your pretty face, your ears lying flat against your head while jolts of white hot pleasure course through her body.

one taste of her gets you addicted immediately, pawing at her thighs and whining desperately while begging for more of her “dick milk.”

yunjin takes advantage of your enthusiasm, teaching you how to take your cock in your virgin puppycunt and filling you up until she physically can’t anymore, shooting blanks and whimpering from overstimulation. she’s turned you into a needy little whore and it’s almost embarrassing how much you crave her dick, humping her while she sleeps, working her length between your folds and doing your best to keep quiet, not wanting to wake her.

it gets so bad you start begging yunjin to claim you as her mate, tangling your fingers in her hair and forcing her head into the crook of your neck, offering the ummarked skin to her while she pounds your tight hole, the poor puppygirl nearly salivating at the thought of properly owning you.

[princessbrunette]

the readers as jelly cats ೀ⋆｡ʚɞ.࿔:･

deer reader ‧₊˚ ⋅ puppy reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

kitty reader ‧₊˚ ⋅ bunny reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

mouse reader ‧₊˚ ⋅ lamb reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

oh this is too cuuuuuuteeeee !! ugh why do i want them all :(