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[startupdotpk]

Pakistan IT Potential Shines at US Tech Investment Conference 2025

Pakistan Positions Itself as the Next Big Tech Destination at US Investment Conference

Pakistan IT took center stage at the final leg of the Pakistan-US Tech Investment Conference 2025, which concluded in Washington DC with a strong show of optimism for the country's booming technology sector. Drawing tech executives, investors, and entrepreneurs from across the US, the day-long event marked the culmination of earlier sessions in Dallas and New York — and amplified one message: Pakistan is ready for the global tech stage.

Strategic Collaboration to Showcase Pakistan IT on the Global Stage

Organized by the Embassy of Pakistan in collaboration with PSEB, P@SHA, the Ministry of Commerce, and OPEN Global, the event showcased Pakistan’s IT potential to a global audience eager for growth markets. Ambassador Rizwan Saeed Sheikh set the tone, declaring the tech sector as Pakistan’s “most promising domain” for economic advancement. “With 65% of the population under 30, Pakistan is rich in raw digital talent,” he stated. “It’s time to partner with the US and co-create solutions for the future.”

Youth-Driven Innovation: Fueling the Future of Pakistan IT

The ambassador also unveiled a video series to highlight success stories of Pakistani startups, an initiative aimed at inspiring youth and attracting U.S. mentorship and capital to further fuel the country’s startup momentum. Speakers including Abu Bakar (CEO, PSEB), Sajjad Syed (Chairman, P@SHA), and Tariq Khan (President, OPEN Global), echoed the potential of cross-border partnerships and emphasized the role of diaspora networks in amplifying Pakistan’s global tech footprint. For Pakistan’s startup community, the message was clear: global investors are watching, and the world is opening its doors to Pakistan’s digital transformation. Why This Matters for Pakistan’s Tech Future This conference wasn't just symbolic, it marked a strategic shift. For years, Pakistan's startup ecosystem has grown steadily, fueled by a wave of incubators, accelerators, and VC interest. But with rising global competition, visibility and trust in Pakistan’s tech sector are now key to unlocking the next level of growth. The Pakistan-US Tech Investment Conference did just that: it gave Pakistan a platform in the world's largest tech economy and allowed entrepreneurs, investors, and policymakers to engage directly. Conclusion The Pakistan-US Tech Investment Conference 2025 marked more than the end of a three-city tour it signaled the start of a new chapter in Pakistan’s tech journey. With global attention turning toward South Asia’s emerging markets, Pakistan’s combination of youth, talent, and ambition offers a compelling case for tech investment. Explore more insights and founder stories at Startup.pk. Your platform for navigating Pakistan’s startup landscape. FAQ 1. What was the purpose of the Pakistan-US Tech Investment Conference 2025? What was the purpose of the Pakistan-US Tech Investment Conference 2025? The conference aimed to showcase Pakistan's growing potential in the IT sector, attract foreign investment, and foster collaboration between Pakistani and American tech ecosystems 2. Who organized the conference and where was it held? Who organized the conference and where was it held? The event was hosted by the Embassy of Pakistan in Washington DC, in collaboration with the Pakistan Software Export Board (PSEB), Ministry of Commerce, P@SHA, and OPEN Global. It was the final installment following earlier sessions in Dallas and New York City. 3. Why is Pakistan considered a promising market for tech investment? Why is Pakistan considered a promising market for tech investment? With over 65% of its population under the age of 30, a rapidly expanding IT workforce, and increasing global interest, Pakistan offers a youthful, innovative, and cost-effective market for tech development and investment. Read the full article

[jininews]

VPN Restrictions Could Cost Pakistan $1 Billion

The recent restrictions imposed on Virtual Private Networks (VPNs) and the ongoing lack of clarity regarding internet policies in Pakistan are causing significant economic distress, particularly within the Information Technology (IT) and Information Technology enabled Services (ITeS) sectors. According to the Pakistan Software Houses Association (P@SHA), these restrictions could lead to an…

[huanted-dennys]

Doodle for @tuima11 ‘s fic Sleep training !!

Found Family instruction manual

I love them so much all of them thank u for sharing ur amazing work :3

I wanted to finish this but i get one day off between my 2 jobs and i ache so much bro :0 this fic got me through sleep deprived tourist mayhem

Strategically placed trees

[lunarriviera]

[psenifes]

get that white devil out of the Ray Toro tag

[mistbornthief]

finding out tan jianci was cast as gu yun in a live action sha po lang and that it was filmed but its never gonna air has singlehandedly ruined my life i cannot stop thinking about it girl HELP

[fl3shgirl]

gua sha hickeys aren’t real and it won’t happen to you

[caernua]

this has a different meaning now than in 2014

[veiledbyamask]

I got the perfect plushy, but spook is sceptical about it--

[forbilllie]

moon sua: happy birthday 💛

looking at my photo album, i can see that you have really grown a lot 🐯 but to me...you're always...going to be a baby... 💛 i am truly grateful that you were born 🐯

i hope you spend today happier than anyone else

[shaloved30]

I'm sorry ya'll. I miss Mercedes real bad lol

[inimitablereel]

BTW since I just mentioned my terrible garbage dmbj naming stats code, I did at some point also use it to get some stats on what people call HXZ and Xiaoge. I didn't share those because iirc the Xiaoge ones weren't super interesting (he doesn't have as many nicknames) and while trying to come up with the HXZ ones I realized that the merebear translation was NOT doing a literal translation for him so the interesting bit imo (is he being called Hei Yanjing or Hei Xiazi more) was mostly being hidden in translation. So I could share those but it feels like inaccurate information to pass on

[sparrowmp4]

I forgot to post these portraits here! Bingqiu and Moshang in my style :p

Here’s my skittle squad— gods I love them

Might draw them all?? Looking toward Sha Hualing and Liu Mingyan lowkey? Oh but the rest of the peak lords kwjsbbdjsn

(I read all of the reposts and comments, thank you guys so much, yall are the sweetest)

[femboyishcharm]

i just need more bimbocore music in my life

[wendichester]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ two winchesters walk into a bar³,

summary. making a quick stop at harvelle’s has never been more fun

pairing. dean winchester x jo's cousin!reader genre. filty smut ( mdni )

wordcount. 1816

notes / warnings. explicit sexual content, semi-public sex (in the impala), unprotected p in v, dom!dean whooop!!, overstimulation, manhandling, body fluids yuck, still shitty cousins 🤭

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The moment the Impala door slams behind you, you’re already climbing into his lap like you’ve got a death wish.

Dean’s hands find your hips and grip, yanking you down against the hard line of him, dragging a groan straight out of his throat. “Goddamn,” he pants. “You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.”

You grind against him shamelessly, still wet, underwear shoved aside like it was never supposed to be in the equation. His jeans are rough under you, the zipper dragging, and all you can think about is how fast you want them gone.

“You owe me,” you hiss, breath hitching as he presses his mouth to your throat. “You started this shit.”

“And I’m gonna finish it.” His voice is wrecked. “Turn around.”

You blink. “What?”

He leans in, breath hot against your cheek. “Backseat. Now.”

Oh.

Oh.

You crawl awkwardly into the backseat, dress hiked, hair wild, heart threatening to detonate. The leather sticks to your thighs. Your pulse is in your mouth.

Dean follows fast — climbing in after you with a speed that’s almost feral. His hands slide up your thighs again, spreading you wide with zero shame, and he curses under his breath when he sees just how soaked you are.

“Shit, sweetheart… this all for me?”

You nod into the seat, breathless. “Dean—”

His fingers are back inside you before you finish. Two. Deep. Crooked just right. And you cry out — loud, unfiltered.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Let me hear it.”

You’re not quiet. Not anymore. Not when he fucks you with his fingers like he’s starving, palm grinding against your clit, other hand fisting in your hair to pull your head back just enough for him to watch your face in the window’s reflection.

“You feel that?” he hisses. “That’s how bad you were teasing me. Dripping. In public.”

“Dean—fuck—” you gasp, hips rocking back into his hand.

“I wanted to bend you over that table, didn’t even care who was watching.”

You cry out again as he curls his fingers hard, and your whole body shudders.

He pulls his hand away suddenly and you whimper at the loss — until you hear it.

The sound of his belt.

And then the unzip.

And then—

“Gonna fuck you now, baby,” he breathes.

Dean growls like an animal and shifts beneath you. His cock springs free, thick and flushed, already leaking. He grabs you by the hips and drags you down onto him — one long, slow, burning slide that steals your air completely.

Your nails dig into his shoulders. “Oh my God—”

He lets out a groan so deep you feel it in your spine. “That’s it. Take it, sweetheart.”

The stretch is maddening — delicious and overwhelming. He fills you completely, buried to the hilt, and neither of you moves for a second. Just panting. Just shaking.

Then he snaps his hips up.

You wail.

“Shh, baby,” he hisses against your ear, even though there’s no one around now. “Don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

You shake your head, but you’re lying, and he knows it.

He fucks up into you hard, fast, merciless — and the car rocks with every thrust. His fingers are bruising your hips now, guiding you, making you ride him with all the rhythm of a man on a mission.

“You were so cocky in there,” he pants, biting down on your earlobe. “All that mouth. Now look at you.”

You’re moaning into his neck, trembling, barely able to keep up with his pace. His cock hits deep — deeper than anyone ever has — and your clit drags against the edge of his pelvis just right.

“Dean—oh, fuck—I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna what?” He’s wrecked, voice low and mean. “Come? Already?”

You nod, dizzy, desperate.

“Do it.” He licks into your mouth like he owns it. “Come all over me. Right fucking now.”

You shatter.

Loud. Shaking. Pussy clenching around him so tight it pulls a snarl from his chest.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Just like that. Jesus fuckin’—you’re unreal.”

You slump against him, boneless, but he’s not done.

He shifts — one hand on the small of your back, the other gripping your thigh — and starts fucking up into you with brutal precision. Sharp, fast, punishing thrusts.

You’re a mess in his lap, hands clawing at his shoulders, slick dripping down your thighs as he pounds up into you like he owns every inch of your body — and God, maybe he does. You’ve lost track of everything. Time. Space. Language. It’s just the stretch of him, the slap of skin, the sound of his voice wrecking your name over and over again.

“Fuck—feel that, baby? Hear how wet you are for me?” he groans, lips brushing your neck, “You’re drippin’ all over me—fuck, you’re so tight—squeezin’ me like that—”

You can’t speak. Can’t think. The Impala’s windows are fogged over, your dress is hiked up to your waist, and every time you drop back down, it feels like you’re splitting open on his cock in the best way.

His hand sneaks between you, thumb brushing over your clit, and you jerk — body spasming with another wave crashing through you. He doesn’t even slow down, just catches your whimper in a kiss and keeps thrusting, harder, faster, chasing it now.

“Look at you,” he pants against your lips. “Taking it all like a good girl. Riding me so fuckin’ sweet—fuck—”

You feel it — the tension in his thighs, the way his hands grip your hips like he’s trying not to lose control. And just when you feel him throb inside you—

He curses under his breath and pulls out, fast, groaning deep in his chest.

One stroke.

Two.

And then he’s spilling across your stomach and thighs, hot and heavy, jaw clenched tight as his body convulses beneath you. He watches the whole thing with hooded eyes, lips parted, chest heaving. It hits your skin in thick, messy spurts, dripping down where your bodies were just joined, a filthy echo of how deep he’d been.

You collapse forward, boneless, your hands braced on his chest as you pant against his collarbone.

Dean swipes a hand across your stomach — not even with a napkin — and lifts his fingers to your mouth, letting you suck them clean like you’re starving.

“Jesus,” he mutters.

You grin, wicked and glowing. “That was a prayer, right? Sounded like one.”

He kisses your cheek, surprisingly soft. “You okay?”

You nod, dazed. “Ruined. But yeah.”

Dean tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, still smug as hell. “Next time, you’re riding me in the front seat.”

You raise a brow. “And if Jo sees?”

He chuckles darkly. “Let her. We both know she already wants to kill me.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re still not moving. Neither is he.

His palm drifts down your thigh, lazy now. No rush. Just that warm, lingering touch that says he’s not quite ready to let go yet.

Outside, the cicadas buzz. The Impala ticks as it cools.

And you? You’re sitting half-naked in Dean Winchester’s lap, smeared with his come, pulsing between your legs, and feeling more alive than you have in months.

You’re still breathing heavy, thighs shaking, when Dean tucks you closer into his chest — like you didn’t just ride him into oblivion in the backseat of his car.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, grabbing an old flannel from the floorboards — soft from age, smelling like him and motor oil and sweat. He dabs gently at your stomach, cleaning you up with the kind of reverence that makes your throat tighten.

You glance down at the mess — at the streaks of him painting your skin. “This is disgusting,” you whisper, but you’re grinning.

He tilts your chin up with two fingers. “Nah. This?” He looks down at your belly, at the sticky evidence of what just happened. “This is fucking art.”

You swat his chest, cheeks burning. “You’re impossible.”

“Mm. And you’re beautiful when you’re wrecked,” he says, eyes roaming your face like he’s already thinking about round two. “Especially knowing you’re sore ‘cause of me.”

Your stomach flips.

Once you’re cleaned up — as much as two people can be in the back of a ‘67 Chevy with no wipes and a sin problem — Dean helps you climb off his lap, hands lingering a second too long on your hips.

You fix your dress. Or try to. The hem won’t stay straight, your panties are MIA (God help them), and you’ve got that freshly-fucked glow that no amount of blotting powder’s gonna hide.

Dean’s already zipping up his jeans, smug as sin, one hand running through his sex-mussed hair. “You ready?”

“Absolutely not,” you mumble. “My legs don’t work.”

He throws his head back and laughs — big and unbothered. Then he leans in, kisses your cheek, and says it low enough that your bones vibrate:

“I’ll carry you if I have to.”

By the time you both step out of the car, you’ve almost composed yourself. Almost.

Your hair’s down now to cover your neck, your lipstick’s half-gone, and you’ve got that dazed, “I just got railed in a national treasure of an automobile” look written all over your face. Dean’s no better — shirt still rumpled, pupils blown, that crooked smirk barely contained.

“You good?” he murmurs, offering his arm like a gentleman from hell.

“Do I look good?” you hiss, adjusting your dress.

He winks. “You look like you had a religious experience.”

You glare. “You made me leave my underwear in your car.”

“And I plan to frame them. Next to my fake FBI badge.”

You swat him. He grins.

When you walk back into Harvelle’s, the jukebox’s still whining a classic rock ballad, and Jo’s still behind the bar, scrubbing at the counter like it insulted her mother.

She clocks you instantly. Her eyes narrow. Then they narrow more.

Dean strolls in like he just got back from buying a pack of gum, snagging a beer from the cooler and popping it open one-handed.

You trail behind him, trying not to limp.

“Where the hell did you two go?” Jo asks, flat.

Dean doesn’t blink. “Smoke break.”

Jo glances out the window. “Neither of you smoke.”

Dean sips his beer. “We do now.”

You shoot him a look. He just smiles over the rim of his bottle, like he didn’t just wreck you six ways to Sunday in the backseat of his car while Jo was twenty feet away.

She turns to you slowly. Eyes narrowing.

You shrug, forcing a smile. “Dean gave me a tour. Of the Impala.”

Jo stares at you. “How thorough was this tour?”

Dean raises his brows. “Very.”

You kick him under the table.

Jo sighs like she’s aged a decade. “I need a fucking break.”

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[gojos-version]

Don’t run now..

Pairings- Husband! Satoru x Wife! Reader

Summary- Satoru was out on a mission and you sent him videos of you using a wondrous toy, teasing him and ignoring him afterward. He’s unexpectedly home earlier than he should’ve been! Whatever will you do?

Warnings- pure filthy smut, pet names used, dildo used (f receiving), overstim, crying, doggystyle, mating press (ofc..), spanking, anal hinted if you squint

Proof read- ✅

Word count- 2.1k :3

A/n- sorry for the super late updates lately! I got pretty sick and busy and that stopped me from writing much :( i really missed it but I’m getting better! I had to go to emergency a few days ago and have surgery hence why the really delayed post I’m super sorry I hope you can all understand! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it<3 please take care of yourselves lovelies and have an amazing day :) !!

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“Babyyy, don’t run from it! You’re the one who brought it as my replacement in the first place..” Satoru pouts, shoving the dildo inside of your weeping cunt further, your slick dribbling down your thighs, coating Satoru’s hand and the dildo that was custom made to the size of his cock.

You brought it while Satoru was out for a mission for a week, sending him a video of you having fun with the toy which was a..bad idea.. It kissed your cervix perfectly. Your walls squelched and clenched around it like a vice, ass up all for Satoru’s mercy while you grip the pillow bellow you like a life line.

He was yet to even bring his blind fold down. Something he’s never done before, since he always has his eyes free during intimacy; always having his blue eyes bore into yours while he pounded into you felt different every time. In a good way.

“T-Toru-! Slow-dowwnnuh!! P-pleaseeeuh!” You whimpered out as he slams the toy in with such force you wouldn’t be suprised if it broke your womb. He laughs cruelly at you in response and angles the toy to hit your g-spot making you cry out and shake in response.

“Oh come on, wifey! You wanted this didn’t you?” He grins slamming it harder and harder, the fake balls slapping your clit as you felt each of the prosthetic veins grazing against your velvety walls.

Even when you used it by yourself it never felt this good, the way it slammed into you to the hilt with such force almost felt like it was Satoru’s cock fucking you and not a fake one.

You sobbed into the pillow pathetically and you try to look over your shoulder, your hand flying out to clasp against his wrist.

“W-wan’ your dick ‘Toru” His free hand pins your arm behind your back and pushing you deeper into the mattress with a breathy laugh.

“Oh please, you didn’t have this problem last night did you? You seemed satisfied you don’t even need my cock, baby.”

“I-it was a mistake! I-I’m sorryyyyyy!!” You scream out as he thrusts the toy again without warning, your walls clamping and twitching around it in surprise.

“Ohho! Now you’re sorry? Last night you weren’t, weren’t you? Said you’d never apologise, huh? Look how pathetic you are. Cock drunk off a toy! I know you’re close, come on wifey!”, he delivers a sharp spank to your ass making you gasp out a whimper. His smirk widening as your ass ripples under his hand, a large red handprint etching its way to mark your skin.

“Yeah.. You can do it..that’s it!” he mocks as your slushy cunt squelches and fills the room up with a lewd shwap! Your cunny was so loud it was taking Satoru everything in him to not slip his boxers down and slam his stiff cock deep inside of you till his pelvis kissed yours.

You could feel your high creeping through your body, like a floodgate about to break through. Your body felt hot. Too hot. Adrenaline coursing through your veins like wildfire, your tummy clenching and thighs shaking.

The pleasure building up from your abdomen slowly taking over your entire body with each slam of the toy, it felt like it was getting deeper if that was any possible. You shakily cry out his name, your sweet arousal covering his hands, dripping down to his wrist. If anything you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before.

“Cmon..cum for me baby..you know you want to..” He coaxes out and that’s the last thing you hear before your velvety walls are clenching around the fake cock, eyes rolling back and seeing pure white.

Maybe you’ve just seen heaven? Or are you in heaven right now? Your body shakes and goosebumps erupt all over your skin as a white ring now forms around the dildos base, as Satoru keeps riding your orgasm out; white strings connect the whole bottom half of the dildo and connect it back to your soppy hole.

Satoru laughs at your pathetic hole clenching around the dildo needily. “Look at ya. Made the dildo white from how much you came, baby” he whistles out, slapping your ass a few times again watching as your cunt twitches in response to each spank.

Your breathing slowly starts to even out and your body relaxing, cunt still quivering and sensitive around the dildo still stuffing you full. Without warning satoru slams the toy in a fast and deep pace causing your back to arch and making you scream out in surprise.

“W-Waaiitt!! Satoru-! Give me more time! Too-sensitive-ah! Angh!” You desperately whine out and he laughs in response at your pleases, “Nah uh.” He thumbs your ass putting pressure against it causing you to gasp out a yelp.

“Hmm? Sensitive here?” He grins, his cock twitching in his boxers at the fact his thumb was bigger than your little hole. He tries to push his thoughts down..but the temptation to use the dildo in your hole and fuck your needy cunt with his leaky cock was itching through his veins.

He swallows thickly and circles the hole with his thumb while slamming the dildo at a brutual pace, your squeals and moans getting louder than before, the dildo going fully white now as your slick and release from before connects strings from your puffy hole to the toy.

Your body clenches up again, toes curling and abdomen tightening as your cum. Again. Your body hot and electricity running through your veins, you cum hard on the toy as you shiver and shake, Satoru chuckles darkly before not slowing the pace down; if anything angling it in different spots and elicting sounds you never thought was possible to come out of your mouth.

It doesn’t even feel like it’s been 30 seconds later before your cumming on the toy. Hard. For the third? Fourth? Fifth time now? You’ve lost count. You tiredly turn your head to look at Satoru and feel yourself freeze up. He looks so menacing.

Like he could just destroy the whole of Japan in a blink of an eye and not even care. The way his eyes are drinking you up and looking down at you with so much hunger made arousal pool in your stomach, your walls fluttering around the toy.

“I know you wanna fuck me Toru- cmon..give in.. stuff me full pleaaaasseee! Wan’ t’ be full of y’r cum..” You wiggle your ass to egg him on and fuck. You don’t even register when the dildos out of you. The next thing you feel is his warm, thick cock sinking deep into you. You blink and notice his blindfold hanging around his neck, his blue eyes shining; looking feral.

Fuck. You might’ve fucked up. “H-Hold-on-!” You gasp out but it’s too late, he’s shoving your head in the pillow and pinning your arms behind your back as he pounds into you roughly. Balls slapping against your clit and pelvis slapping against your ass making such lewd noises you’d only hear in porn.

The rooms filled with skin slapping against each other, the pure sound of his cock swishing around your insides and both of your desperate gasps and moans. The room felt hot. Too hot. “Yeah. Fuckin’ take it.” He babbles out, cheeks and ears flushing.

“That’s it. Yeah…fuckin’ hell look at ya squeezing the life out of my dick.” Your walls unconsciously squish around his cock at his words making your hips push back against his, meeting his thrusts with desperation.

“Fuck..you’re so needy..even after I made you cum more than thrice on your little toy. Not as good as the real thing, hm wifey?” He pouts at your lack of response and with his free hand and lifts your head up by your hair, “Speak up.”, You whine and gasp in response, any words you try to say are replaced with screams and moans.

He stills inside of you, “Speak, cmon.” “W-why-did you sttoooppp!!” You whine out, “Answer my question. ‘M not playing around, babe.” He gives a harsh thrust as a warning; making you jump in surprise, “N-noo! Your cock is shoo! much better! Alwaysss!- Angh-ah-oh!” You’re cut off by his sudden harsh thrusts, “Good girl..” He grunts out, angling his hips to hit riiighhttt on your g-spot making your legs jump with each thrust.

Shit. His mushroomed tip was kissing your womb perfectly with precised precision. Each angle was being thrusted in on purpose, you don’t even register him letting go of your arms till you feel his blindfold tie around your wrists.

“H-Huh-?!” You sound out and he grunts in response feeling his cock twitch against your gooey walls. Fuck. Seeing you helpless beneath him, shaking and screaming his name with his blindfold tied around your wrists. His. Blindfold.

The same one he wears everyday. Fuck he could just cum right now and fill you up so full. “G’na stuff you full..you’d like that wouldn’t you, huh wifey?” His veins felt like they were on fire, lightning coursing through his veins. Fuck. He could hollow purple the entire world besides the both of you right now. The thought of you carrying his child.. Letting the entire world know he’s the one who was deep in your guts and knocked you up..

“T-toru- inside!” That’s the last thing he hears before his cock is stuffing your velvety walls full of ropes and strings of his thick cum, his cum filling your needy pussy up till globs of it drip out to the sheets bellow the both of you.

You haven’t felt so full in a week. You don’t even register when you covered his cock in your messy release till you feel Satoru thrusting again, your walls clamped around him like a vice, “J-just- came- t-toru-! Please-!”, “F-fuck- you’re squeezing so tight, sweets, relax, I know you- ah!- want more-hnnghh!” Satoru whimpers out, his hand coming down to push the lewd bulge in your stomach.

You blearily turned over your shoulder to look at him and fuck. When did the lights go out and shatter? Fuck were all of japans lights out right now? How you might wonder?

When you make eye contact with Satoru his eyes are glowing in a feral manner, that gives you the answer to your question. He looks like he could wipe out the entire world in one blow from how animalistic he fucked you.

His hips keep pounding into yours without any sign of stopping, his cock trying to burst out of your stomach at this point.

“M-mercy-! Please- mercy-!” You stutter out and Satoru’s eyes narrow, “Now you want mercy? Yesterday you didn’t care what happened, huh? Shut up and be a good little wife for me and just take it, ‘kay?” With that he shoves your head back into the pillow and you shiver in response feeling his gooey tip nudge your insides, each motion making your cunt impossibly louder.

Each slam of his hips had your body reeling, sobbing his name, it felt like electricity coursing through your veins each time his cock bumped your g-spot effortlessly. You scream out whimpers and moans helplessly, just lying there and taking whatever Satoru gives you.

“F-fuck..g’na fill you up again, hah- you’d like that, huh?” Satoru whimpers out, too cockdrunk to respond you make a sound out sounding between a scream and a gasp. "Wanna knock you up baby…they’ve been demanding a heir you know.. plus-hah- want the world to know you’re m-mine and I-i was the one who fucked a kid into you-shiiit!” He babbles on, you felt like you were on the verge of losing your consciousness.

The orgasms Satoru’s pulled out of you tonight was astonishing. Before you could slip away into unconsciousness you felt your body lose its fatigue and…you felt perfectly awake..? Satorus hand clenches in your hair and lifts your head up to pull you into a messy kiss, teeth clashing against each other and tongue penetrating your throat.

“Heh- used reversed cursed technique on us-hah- we got allllll night, baby!” You couldn’t even respond before his lips are sealed back on yours, your heart thumping against your chest and a sudden rush of energy shooting through your body.

Fuck. You felt your muscles clench once again and moan into Satorus mouth feeling his release fill you up. That pulled the trigger for you. Before you could even process it, the coil in your stomach snaps and you didn’t cum, no, you squirted messily alllll over Satorus cock, thighs and pelvis.

You part from the kiss, body shaking and moans slipping past your lips. “Fuuccckk you squirted! All f’me, wifey?”, you hazily nod your head in response, flopping back onto the sheets bellow you.

You try to crawl away from Satoru and his merciless hips but unlucky for you he doesn’t stop dragging his cock against your walls, gripping at the sheets bellow you to propel yourself forward.

You freeze when you feel a laugh and yelp in surprise when you’re dragged back towards him, shoved onto your back and knees to your chest. When did he flip you over? Your heart thumps in realisation eyes boring into his glowing orbs. “W-wha-?!” You manage to stutter out, “Don't run from it now, wifey! We have an heir to make..”

You were completely and utterly screwed.

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Masterlist<3

Au Masterlist<3

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