#uhnn

[poaterre1]

[ev-eh]

ooogh uhmmm uhnn uhm

hey guys! i forgot the edit post button exists! Artist is @rumblyf on both tumblr and twitter!

[meepcartier-blog]

Omygosh

Flowerbyte Week Day 3: Letters We Never Sent.

Enjoy the fic too!

with a comma after dearest by Hatienne - Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies) https://archiveofourown.org/works/57124231 via @ao3org

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Yandere JJK - Yuta Okkotsu

When you leave for a month long mission without telling your close friend and maybe crush, Yuuta. You come back and he’s cracked. 

It’d been two months since you left on a mission, only now being able to return back to Japan. When you arrived home to your shared apartment, you had expected a warm welcome from your kind and courteous friend, Yuuta. You imagined he’d tell you, “Welcome home,” ask how your trip was, and offer to make dinner like he usually did on days he felt adventurous enough to cook. The two of you lived pretty harmoniously together, both being capable sorcerers with similar demeanors and all.

What you didn’t expect was to be shoved against the wall of the flat’s narrow hallway kabedon style, body pressed flush against your roommate’s, who had a look on his face like he hadn’t been sleeping for weeks and just found out the cure to his insomnia was something ridiculously simple, bordering on relief and hysteria. 

“Where. Have you been.” He practically growled, your heart beating at an odd pace since he was barely an inch away from your face.

“Uhnn, on a mission. But great news-I’m back home and won’t be working for a bit, aha?” You broke eye contact, unable to withstand the cold intensity of his dark eyes. 

“And you left without telling me? Without telling anyone?” 

“Well, to be fair it was a secret mission! It wasn’t to be disclosed and even then I knew it’d only make you worry and you’d probably end up trying to tag along somehow. I didn’t want to distract you from your work, Yu.”

Your explanation didn’t do much to help calm his nerves. You could tell he was obviously worked up, he was breathing hard, his arms were shaking, and his newfound grip on your shoulders was soul crushing. You knew your friend was strong, but the fact that you couldn’t move at all from your position was impressive. 

“So you just up and left? That’s not fair,” His languid voice spoke with quiet rage. He was never one to raise his voice, not even now. “You don’t get to decide that. What if you had died? What if something happened and nobody from home knew anything about it? Would you be okay with leaving everyone behind? Leaving me?” 

“No…I mean…I wouldn’t want that. I mean hey, I’m here! We’re good now, right? I’m fine! We’re fine.” You said this last part with no confidence, “…Are we?”

Yuuta took a step back, staring at the wall next to you because he couldn’t stand to look at you. “No. We’re not.” 

He let you go, moving to turn back to his room. You grabbed his shoulder. “Hey-wait! I know you’re upset. I would be too. But please, don’t ignore me. I was so lonely on my own, now that I’m back I…well, is it too selfish to say I want you by my side? I missed you a lot.” Your abandonment issues were about to be the death of you.

“You trampled on my feelings, completely disregarding how I’d feel, and now you want pity?”

You deflated. “No. Just. I just want you. I’m sorry for hurting you, Yuta. I didn’t mean it, really.”

A minute of silence passed you both. You felt like you were about to cry. You sniffled. “I really am sorry.” 

He stared at the ground, muttering a soft curse before looking back at you, slowly opening his arms. He sighed. “I can never stay mad at you. I missed you too. C’mere.” 

And you nearly leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly. His scowl broke, turning into an ever so slight smile. 

Coming home wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

You thought the two of you were cool and were about to offer to order take-out when he threw you over his shoulder, went to his room, and threw you on the bed, locking the door promptly behind him. 

“Uhhhh, Yuuta?” You asked. “Watcha doing?”

He chuckled darkly. “You confessed to me before your mission, right? And then you bolted before I could even respond. Well, I’ve had a lot of time to think about how I should reply in the past months you were gone. And this is my response.”

Your face grew red. How could you have forgotten about that? 

He crawled on the bed after you, leering over you like a tiger would its prey. 

“I love you. More than anything in the world. And when I noticed you left and had no idea when you’d be back, or if you’d come back at all? I thought I’d go crazy. It took everything in me to not kill the elites that ordered you on the mission and drag you back home myself.” He had you caged between his arms again, voice dropping to something thick and heavy at his next words, “I decided that when you came back, if you ever came back, I wouldn’t let you go anymore. I want you by my side forever. And even then forever’s no where near enough.”

“Quite the romantic, are you big guy?”

He smirked at that. “I’ve had enough time to study up on the type of guys you like.” You shivered when you felt his lips glide across your neck, a rough hand slowly sneaking up your stomach, beneath your clothes. 

“You’re mine tonight. And forever.”

Tonight was going to be a loooooooong night. 

[deadgirlsnoring]

Sub!whiny Danny Cooper

Overstimulation, pegging, degradation, corruption kink(??) pet names(mommy, baby, bunny..)

“Can I-I move now mommy… I’m so full.” He mewled, pouting while pressing his hand to his lower stomach.

“Awe,” You smiled, “Aren’t you just the cutest? Hm, say it.” He gasped loudly and held his hands firmly on each side of your thighs when you shifted your hips and the strap pressed right against his spot, you were always such a tease.

“Mm—Mommy! F.. Fuck, pleaseplease. I need to moveee.”

You were both sitting on the couch, your thighs spread a little farther apart than Danny, while he was bottomed out on your lap, sitting down completely.

He wanted to move, he could if he really wanted to but he wouldn’t disobey you like that. You’d hurt him, no doubt. Your freshly manicured French tips were digging into his hips, stopping his movements completely.

You’d penetrated him atleast 10 minutes ago, his whines and pleads of release and touch were annoyed, but so cute to hear.

“I love it when you beg,” One of your hands left his waist to massage his scalp, scratching every once in a while, “Beg some more for mommy, will you? Then we’ll see, okay?”

The feeling of being filled to the brim then left to sit with that, made his eyes feel like tearing up. “Mhm, okay… Can I pleaseee get fucked mommy? You know I need it s’bad,” You dropped your hand from his hair to caress his thigh, but he slowly repositioned your hand to make its way to his needy, dripping cock.

“Touch me, fuck. Hurts like hell, I’m sooo hot you know? Just for you,” While guiding your hand to rub his neglected cock, you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

In a swift movement, your other hand was back on his hip, rubbing them in slow circles, “You wanna get fucked?” You asked, leading to a very excited head nod followed by a broken pleasee.

He hadn’t moved in 15 minutes, a sob escaping his lips when you had decided to help him get a move on, “Mmhmm, yesss yes, fuck! Ca.. can I h-helpmmf—oh god, please?”

Landing a smack on his ass you leaned back against the couch, your hands laying still on his hips. “Go on, make me proud bunny.”

Since this was all about little Danny, you let him chase his own pleasure. Finding your own in watching him do so. He moved back and forth, the large strap stretching him in ways he couldn’t get on his own.

“Mmm, ah, ah, ah! Fuck I’m so hard f-for you,” You couldn’t help but scratch his pale skin, loving when it turned red afterwards, “Go faster, you can take it.”

He whimpered, faster was just something he couldn’t do, but he just couldn’t get away with that. You wouldn’t let him.

The boy shook his head, words cut off from his throat with a loud broken moan, “It’s s’much, I can’t, please!”

You didn’t care, he knew you didn’t care. You moved him for yourself, if he wasn’t gonna do what you asked you were gonna take it from him, “This feel good baby? It’s hitting just the right spot, hm? Tell me.”

Your movements were up and down, directly hitting his prostate, pleasuring him every time he rode you.

He was soo vulnerable in this state and you just loved taking advantage of it. Poor Danny couldn’t get enough of it, you’re all he ever wanted.

“Uh, uh, ah—mm shit mommy! it’s too fast, s-slow downnn, ple—uhnn..fuck mhmm.” Dan was going dumb, the cutest version of him.

All fucked out and quiet, god he was such a talker.

He stopped adding his own movements and that’s when you knew he was too stupid to do his own work.

“You wanna cum?” A low mm was heard, “get up.”

He was confused, turning to look at you with a pout plastered on his face, “Don’t look so sad now, up.”

Danny had to take a deep breath, slowly lifting himself off the 7inch strap, letting out a guttural groan, “All fours bunny, and arch it too.”

Your hands smoothed over his ass as he got into position, he was just so pretty, “Thank you mommy,” He mumbled, a touch of nervousness to his voice.

Squirting more lube on your cock you put a dollop on his needy pink hole, rubbing it in circles.

While pressing his back deeper into the couch, you went in inch by inch for atleast 3 inches before he got bored.

“More.. please? I w-want more.” You scoffed, he was always wanting more than what he got. Such a selfish boy.

If he wanted it, he was gonna get it.

You inserted yourself in one small motion, earning a raspy gasp from your Danny.

“Oh? Is it good bunny? You want more, huh?” Your thrusts weren’t forgiving, giving him time to slightly adjust to it outside of him only to deeply press it back, your tip hitting that perfect place.

“OoOh! Mmmm pleaseee, fuckk mommy it hurttsss!!! God, I’m gonna cum..mmpf!” You gripped his hair, pressing his face deep into the couch, “Shut the fuck up.”

“You like my cock don’t you? It’s so fucking good, I can feel how much you need me, god it’s pathetic.”

As your hips moved against his backside with each thrust, it was more and more harder for you to move back in, your boy was gonna cum.

“I know you’re gonna cum, poor you. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop Danny baby, okay? You better fucking take it.”

You let up with your hand on his hair, finally making eye contact with him.

He looked fucked, hair disheveled and lips pink and juicy; from biting, “Aww, cutie.” His cheeks were tainted with pink as well, looking at you with a cloudy look in his eyes.

Danny laid his head down on the couch while moans flooded out of his pretty mouth, his cock pressing and rubbing against the material of the surface.

He couldn’t speak, he would tell you if he could, all he could do was press his ass closer to you to tell you he needed it bad.

“Fuck! Righ—fuc—mmpleaseee, cummm Im gonna cum, shittt m-mommyyy.”

“Oh, I know.” Is all you said, and kept your relentless pace. You were fucking his inside up, a knot was forming he was not in control of.

A god forsaken, almost pornographic moan left his lips. This wasn’t new, he was such a cutie when it came to his mouth. Cum was spurting out onto the couch, he was making such a mess for you.

“My good boy, so good taking all of me, hm?”

His body grew stiff, eyes rolling back as he clenched around you, making it harder and harder to hit that deep spot in him.

“Mmommuh! uhhh, uh!” It hurt, going this rough after he came, but he loved the pain so much even though he was begging for you to slow down.

“Mommmyyy, it hurtsss. S-slow, please!” He sobbed, pouting.

“I told you I don’t wanna stop, let me hear that safe word or shut that pretty mouth up.”

“Color?”

You rubbed circles into his back, awaiting his answer, slowing down just a bit.

Danny hiccuped, sniffling, “Fuck, m’so green, please.”

Xoxo,

[dunmeshistash]

Do we know if being a part of canaries is something the prisoners choose or are forced to do? like in between sitting out their sentence in jail and joining the canaries.

Uhnn I cant really find anything too specific about that, this says they use prisoners that have gotten involved with ancient magic, probably because those already have experience with it.

And in Cithis profile it says she has joined and left the canaries several times, does this mean she went back to prison? or escaped?

In this extra Fleki calls it "Going back to prison" so perhaps joining the canaries isn't the default fate if you're imprisoned for being involved in ancient magic, but an option to serve your sentence with a little more freedom? (Although they get marked by having their ears cut that's kinda fucked up)

They're talking about Helki and Misilril here btw, Helki got pardoned after Utaya although we still see him in a canary uniform hanging out with the canaries after Milisiril left so I don't know what's up with that.

[ronearoundblindly]

Your days were short, but packed full of work, which was strategic. Because by the time you got home, you were exhausted and ready to go straight to bed. And the sooner you got to bed, the sooner you could see Jake, your fiancé, in your dreams. That was the only place, these days, since he’d been away for weeks on a mission that popped up out of the blue. No contact, as per usual. Longer sleeps meant longer dreams with him, but when you walked through the door, tossing your keys down on the entryway table, you weren’t sure if you had somehow already drifted off when you heard the shower running. It was paired with two combat boots kicked off at the end of the hall, and a light humming drifting through the living room you were walking through quickly to verify your suspicions. He was really home.

I'm ready. Let's do this!!! (There is no shirtless-Jake gif and I am SAD.)

Warnings for oral (m receiving), because Lexi is thirsty for shower sex apparently, and some dirty talk (petname of 'babe'). MINORS DNI. There is plenty of all-ages content on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for everyone! WC 805

A high-pitched scream whistles over the fssst of running shower. It’s so subtle Jake doesn’t notice until the thud of front door hits a low note.

“Oh shit,” he mutters, racing to rinse shampoo from his hair and suds off his face.

He grabs the safety bar with a washcloth slung over it and then juts his hand past the curtain to clasp the towel rack, barely in time to brace for the onslaught.

“JAKIE!!!!!”

The plastic shower curtain and its castors are yanked aside, and you squeal in delight, hopping over the lip of the tub—fully-clothed,—throwing your arms around his neck.

One of his feet slips under the weight.

“Hey, babe,” he says into your shoulder of still-dry cotton.

You pull back and smile. At least, he’s fairly certain you’re smiling. You’re blurry, and he’s a bit blind without his glasses.

He can hear you whine just fine though. “Too long, Jake. Way too long.”

Your hands are petting down his naked body, so Jake keeps holding onto the bars for dear life, trying not to eat shit on the slick floor. You continue anyway, fingertips tracing his abs, the cut of his hip, the happy trail he trimmed less than ten minutes ago.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’m sorry for—“ he giggles when you pinch at the tender spot on his side “—got, I mean, we got waylaid. The team…hi."

You wiggle closer, soaked through now, leaning into him and peering up through your lashes.

A goofy grin stretches across his face. "Hi there, cutie.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” you whisper, waiting for his nod. “I love you, but I don’t care. No team talk. No tech talk. Just be home, okay?”

Jake groans obscenely when your hand wraps around his length.

You maintain glassy eye contact. “Been dreaming about this. You miss me, too, big guy? Huh? Ready to come home?”

“Ah fuuuck,” he grunts. “Yes. So ready. Shit…”

It has been too long. Jake climbs so high so fast, he’s dizzy, watching you sink to your knees and take his rapidly hardening cock into your mouth.

“Babe, not gonna—uhnn, Jesus—not gonna last.”

And that was before your other hand started gently rolling his balls!

You can’t judge him for this, right? It’s reasonable he blows his load in three minutes flat when he’s been waiting to fuck you for weeks, isn't it? He even planned to rub one out in the shower to prepare, but here you are, eager and sucking him so perfectly.

You pop off of the head of his dick only for a moment.

“Show me how much you missed me.”

The words are a fierce challenge he’s all-too-willing to accept, so he all but begs for your touch again, one hand finally leaving the towel rack to cup the back of your neck.

“Close,” he gasps. “Just like that.”

Jake’s had his share of dreams, too. None of them hold a candle to the real thing. The feel of your skin beneath his fingers, the tap of your nose to his pubes as you take him as deep as you can, the vibration of a pleasured hums from behind your tongue while you lick patterns along the underside of his cock; he’s done for.

He manages only ascending “oh Oh OH”s in lieu of a coherent warning, but to his sweet lady, it’s obvious. His hips fuck forward that tiny bit more, and Jake curls his torso in ecstasy, clenching his grip into your hair for a split-second before relaxing.

His long, devastating moan starts just as the first spurt of cum hits your lips.

His thighs shake while Jake babbles how much he loves you. He can’t help but get sappy when you make him feel so amazing, giving him this attention and devotion and, yeah, being a horny gremlin like he is.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes, finished at last, home at last.

You turn in the stream of water, spitting down the drain.

Jake helps you stand and hurries to get your wet clothes off only to haul you flush to his body and kiss you.

He’s soft with these, lazy and unhurried, nuzzling your cheek, capturing you over and over for kisses that say ‘I missed you,’ ‘I love you,’ and ‘I need you.’ He hums happily when your hands stop roaming his back and begin playing with his hair.

You’re imitating how he spikes it with product, gently tugging at the frosted tips.

He lets you go to stand under the water he fears might go cold soon.

“Am I beautiful?” Jake preens, his own hands notching at your waist and squeezing instinctively.

He knows how to make you laugh just as much as you know how to make him laugh. Equally, he knows how to make you come, too.

“Alright, dirty girl, how am I repaying the favor?”

[Main Masterlist; Jake Jensen Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

A/N: no clue whether this is any good. might be stunted. might come back to edit it. maybe. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[prettyboy-basement]

. . . searching . . . found ! dumb boytoy (asra x ftm!slime!reader)

"mr. asra! look what saw!"

"mr. asra, who's this?"

"mr. asra you're so smart!"

asra was going to lose it.

he was just going through the forest when muriel just had to dump you into his arms, not knowing what to do with you.

"i don't want to hurt him. you can take care of him."

and in his arms was a young man made out of... jelly? slime?

when he brought him home, he didn't know what he would expect. but as the days went on and went by, he realized you were just so curious and... cute.

"mr. asra are you okay?"

you were squishy... soft…

"mr. asra?"

"...huh?"

"i was asking if you were okay. the water's been boiling for a while now."

he looked down at the kettle and swore softly, taking it off the heat. you giggled quietly, and asra was sure his heart flew.

he poured the two cups and stirred them before setting them at the table.

"you told me you were curious about something?"

"yeah, why do you wear clothes?"

asra nearly dropped his cup and coughed to cover a swear.

"i'm sorry, what?"

"i was wondering why you wear clothing. i mean, it's super restrictive and i was curious how your body looked..."

this wasn't real. asra was still asleep and he was about to wake up rock hard and he'd need to rub one or two out before opening his shop.

...oh who was he kidding, his mind wasn't this creative. this was actually happening.

"um... well, people wear clothing for modesty reasons. we have been taught since we were kids that our body needs to be covered. along with this, the sun can damage us, and such."

"well then what about when we're just at home and the shop is closed up? why do you still wear clothes?"

asra stared at you and crossed one leg over the other. "w-well, it’s important to practice modesty whenever you can so you don't for- hey!"

he hadn't noticed you slide down to his legs until you forcefully uncrossed them. there, you could see the tent.

"what's this, mr. asra?"

his face heated up and he looked away. well you were curious. "...that is my dick."

"why's it pointing up like this?"

"because... i am currently aroused."

"...what does that mean?"

"it means that my sexual desire is higher than normal-nh!"

you slid your hand over his tent, and asra quickly grabbed your wrist. he panted softly and thought offhandedly how it would feel around his cock.

"goodness, dear, you cannot just do that..."

"oh! sorry, mr. asra!"

"it's alright... quite alright..." you were so curious about it and surely you wanted to see it, right? "...would you like to see what it looks like?"

"you'll let me see?"

"only if you wish to."

you nodded your head quickly and asra swore under his breath. he lifted his hips and pulled his pants and boxers down to his knee, let his cock bob out. you eyes widened at the sight.

"woah..."

he wrapped a hand around your head. "you can touch it if you like.”

you reached up and touched his cock softly, focusing on the tip. his breath hitched, it felt like something he tested some time back, with a fake cunt.

"are you okay, mr. asra?"

"mhmm... it feels... so good..."

you slowly wrapped you hand around it and stroked him gently. his precome leaked onto and then into your hand and you pulled it away to watch it.

"wow... what's this?"

"ah... hah... it's precome... it's something that comes out while i'm relieving myself of my arousal before i come."

"what does that look like?"

he stared at you before pushing his hair back. he huffed out a laugh, and pulled you up into his lap. "you really want to see?"

"mhmm! mhm!"

"alright. hold on tight."

he lfited you up and pushed his cock into you. he wasn't sure which hole he pushed into, if he did even push into one, but be didn't even care.

you felt amazing.

"ohh... oh fuck, darling... you feel..."

"uhnn... w-woah... look at it!"

he looked down and he could see his cock inside of you. well now, he couldn't pass this up. he held onto your hips and thrust upwards, pounding away at your hole, making you gasp and hiccup, clearly surprised at the sudden action.

you whined and held onto his arms, throwing your head back as you moaned out into the shop.

"god, how'd i get- ah- so da-amn lucky- fuck!"

he felt you squirt around him and he looked down, seeing the odd colored liquid drip down onto the chairr.

"holy fuck- ah!"

he held you close and came inside of you. you both sat there for a few moments afterwards, and he looked down once more, seeing his cum pooled inside of you.

"oh... oh wow... what was that, mr. asra?"

"that... was sex. people who love each other very much have sex."

you sat up and watched his face. "do you love me?"

he chuckled and nodded. "very much so, my dear."

you wrapped your arms around him and swished your hips, making him choke.

"i love you too mr. asra! let's live together forever!"

he held your hips. "yes. let's."

[graytodd]

Doing a young!dick panel was fun. Dick looks so cool and uhnn hot @@! I'm thinking of a jaybin one as well ~ Or a dickjaybin maybe?

[poaterre1]

the jakk

[thekeytomypie]

[ID: Alex Horne standing outside against a plain wall next to a chicken statue and a tumblr post by user dumbpupp13 which reads, "'Your so bullyable' I I uh uhnn I I I (whines like a dog) nnn uhhh mmnn.." end ID]

[hana-no-seiiki]

YAN! MAFIA / SUGAR PARENT: You need to relax, baby.

READER WHO’S CURRENTLY TIED UP, GAGGED AND FORCED INTO LEWD UNDERWEAR WHILE ALSO BEING GROPED BY YAN!: MMFf UHnn!! (Fuck you!!)

[deadboydetectives-confessions]

I think most people aren't being THAT serious when they call the boys codependent, but uhnn... "Sacrificing yourself for the other to an unhealthy degree" is the definition of Charles, lmao

In fact even though I think they do love each other very much, based on their actions one could say Charles is way further on the codependency ladder

And it's okay they can be a little fucked up. As a treat.

.

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Hush ft. Gojo (part one)

A/N: Got a bit long so split it in 2 parts. Both out now!

"Shhh, y/n. They're gonna hear you.. Quiet." Satoru whispers at your ear, actually expecting you to comply with his ridiculous request. Sure you could vaguely make out faint voices through the thin walls.. But no way you could ever keep silent, not with him seated so very deep inside of your soaking wet, distressed lil puss. Can feel ever inch of his big dick, feel it jerk as your cunt unintentionally attempts to milk him. "Fuck, haven't even stroked you once.. Fuckin pussy's huggin me so tight. What's wrong, y/n? Don't want me to pull out? How can I fuck this perfect pussy if you won't let me go?" You're sittin on the edge of his desk, legs wrapped round his slim hips, hanging on to your boyfriend for dear life as he makes the slow firm circles round your clit. Satoru looks so devastatingly handsome, fully dressed with his big dick stickin out through the slit of his dark jeans. He's got your pleated skirt flipped up, his free hand bunching it on your waist with a tight grip. "Tryin. Uhnn.. Toru.. Fuuuck me- ahhh!" "Baby, shhh! Everyones in the room next door. Mmm... Know it feels good y/n, can barely take how you shakin on my dick. Relax.. Just lemme make you feel good." Despite Satoru's words, he's the one teasin by refusing to fuck you, edging you for the past thirty-five minutes instead. He just can't take his gaze away from how cute you are when you bite your bottom lip as he speeds his fingers, tryin so hard to accept what he gives without makin noise. Beautiful light blue eyes stray from yours, starin intently at your plump brown pussy lips drippin all over him. "Saturo, pleeeease. Feelssogood! Lemme cum this time.." Your failing, high pitched whimpers and pleas slippin out anyway. "Y/n, shhhh! God, woman. Must want every one to hear. That it- Aahhh, so weeet.. Want your best buddy Yuuji to hear you warming my cock while he waits for you next door? No? Haaahfuck.. Then be fuckin quiet. So damn noisy, baby.." But Satoru's feelin it too; moans through his chastising, pressing against your slippery pulsing nub harder. Makes you scratch down his toned chest, pullin him to you as your pussy flutters around his cock frantically. "Ohfuck! Haaaah.. feelsogoood.. ah, ah, ah!" His thick girth cant help but answer with a twitch. "Ohhh.. Shi- chokin my dick, y/n/n.. You gonna cum?" Hell yeah, you're gonna cum and it's gonna be- "Toru nooooo. Don't stop! So fuckin close. Please!" Asshole smirks, stilling his finger against your clit but keeping the pressure. "Shhh.. Too worked up, pretty baby- shit! Holdin on to my cock t-too tight. Need you to calm down first. Gonna be loud as fuck if I let you cum right now." He pulls your legs from around his waist, setting the bottom of your shoes flat on the desk. Openly admires how your pretty brown legs look in those white knee high socks. Satoru takes a deep breath before lookin back at your cock drunk face, smiling softly at the feeling of you humping your clit against him. "Startin to think you're real selfish, know that? Pretty y/e/c eyes cryin on my shirt while your desperate lil puss cries all over my cock. Only care if I make you cum, huh? Mmmm.. But what about me, y/n?"

[verbomanicdespair]

@grumblr-jigsaw asks:

Uhnn! I replied to your ask did you see it?!

i did!!!!!! i did and i l◑ve it a l◑t!!! ur writing is really creative!!

[letsplaydcttrpg]

Racing With the Rats pt 29 - The Final Day Begins

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No check for you, Mr. Debt Collector.

You are finally within sight of your house. What is Abby going to say? What are you going to do? Even though it is only 4:11 and you are home much earlier than you have ever returned before, you spot Abby peering out the curtains, waiting for you as usual. It's almost as if she expected you. Now the buzz is tugging your brain down into your neck and allowing it to pop back into place with a painful snap. You approach your wife with caution. Abby is obviously very angry. "Do you know a man named Mr. Calkins, Alec? He was just here. I wrote him a check for one hundred dollars. He told me you owed your ex-wife some money, and he was threatening to sue. What the hell is this all about?" Tell her. Tell her now, you'll never find the words. You approach your wife. "Abby, I have something to tell you. I...I was fired today. Something, uh, went wrong with the Sleepease account, and I had to accept the blame for it. I..." "What?" She pauses a decade before beginning in earnest, "You were fired? Now you haven't even got a job? And just yesterday you were telling me you would get the money for Tefé's college bond. Look at you, Alec. You walk around the house for days without paying attention to either of us...you, you break my goddamn lamp! What kind of a father are you? What kind of a life is this?" The buzz is digging deeper fortifications into your head. "I want you to get your things and get out of my house - get out of my sight. Go sleep in the hotel for a couple of days. "And don't come back until you can make a contribution to this family." A single tear rolls down her face as she speaks. In agony, you grab a suitcase, throw a couple of changes of clothes inside, and head out into the rain outside, stopping only to take a last brief glance at Tefé.

One more Sanity gone, we're at 1/12. THIS IS FINE. I'M SURE IT'S FINE.

You can't protest. You can't cry. The pain won't allow it. Instead, you leave your house and head out onto the cold streets. Right now you've got to find a place to rest. You've got to get to the hotel. Maybe you can make the pain go away for just an instant. You stagger through the streets, finally reaching the hotel. There is a single old man who sits behind the counter. "May I help you?" "I...uhnn...I need a room." "And how long will you be staying with us, sir?" "What?" "Sir?" "Uh, four days?" You pull the figure out of the air. Four days? That'll be one hundred eighty two dollars and fifteen cents, sir." Barely thinking, you give the man his money. He gives you a key, and you stumble on upstairs. You crawl up the stairs and into your fourth floor hotel room. The walls and doors are thinner than the glass in the window, though your neighbors are certainly rather quiet. What are you going to do about the pain? You roll around on the bed in agony. What is causing this terrible headache? After whirling about in agony for more than an hour, you mercifully fall asleep.

As someone who suffers from migraines somewhat frequently, boy is that a mood. It's also the end of Day 3! FINAL DAY BEGINS.

Back in the bayou, Abby and La Traiteur punt back down to the resting place of the Swamp Thing in a small wooden boat. Constantine awaits them. "You sure took your sweet time then, didnya?" "What's happened since I've been gone? Have there been any signs?" "None that I could read. Doesn't seemed to have changed much, really. Let's let your boy have a go." Labo calmly strolls out of the boat and begins to practice his art. He starts by examining his patient's eyes. Normally, he would then proceed on to glands and tongue. But in this case, there is no need to go any further. "Yes, Je can aid him." Labo pulls out a penknife and tears open a tiny slit in Alec's forehead, before unwrapping a poultice and laying it across the open wound. "Now we wait. Help him, Abby. Tu must stand by his side. He can feel you there. Give him strength." "What have you done to him?" "In a way, he has been poisoned. Je simply applied a common remedy - the same mixture je would use for a snake bite. Mais he still has a long fight ahead of him. Reach out to him, Abby. He is weak. Lend him your strength." Abby is your only chance now. You are on fire. She is the only thing that can relieve the pain. What was it that she said? Make a...contribution? You are going to have to crawl out into the streets and build a life for yourself, a life for your family.