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CW: masterbation, sexting, squirting...

Imagine meeting Gaz in a pub in central London, hitting it off over a cheap aluminium can of cider that he helps save from toppling from the bar as he gathers drinks for him and his company. Hitting it off so well, in fact, almost to the point of ridiculousness as, when he asks if you'll go with him to Richmond Park, you agree in a flash, and it's off to the park to find the shadiest tree to snog you against, his turgid cock grinding against the gusset of your underwear beneath your dress. It's all a bit... quick.

When you announce you should be off, because it's late, and the moon is full, and it's never a good idea to sleep with a guy when the moon is full, because it can drive a woman insane with lust, and though he says he likes insane, and indeed, even a woman in lust, you refuse, and he waits with you until your taxi arrives, stuffing his cock into his waistband so it'll stop nudging him your way.

The three-and-a-half fortunate things to come about after that night were meeting Kyle Garrick, his wonderful mouth (including the little whines he made), and his number in your phone. He calls you a few times, and you call him a few times. He asks if you're busy - you are. You ask if he's busy - he is. It's cat-and-mouse for a while until he stops chasing, and you stop running, and vice versa, and neither of you speak for months. Eventually, the memory of Kyle fades, as does the moment you shared, and the gorgeous things he whispered into your ear that he wished to do to you once you were both alone, until one day, an unspectacular day in November, he sends a photo.

And gosh, is it a photo.

All veins and girth and a burgundy tip smeared with pre-cum, pushed flat along the waistband of his joggers, with his manicured thumb frozen in the moment of dragging that same cum down his length. A tingle sickens your abdomen. Your mouth waters. How could it be that you're all alone in your flat, aching to show him a sliver of yourself? What cruelty awaits? Your fingers reach into your pants - wet, even more than that fateful night in June when you had to clench your thighs together just to stop it from dribbling down your legs.

You open your camera to show him, too - a message pops up.

No pictures. Video. Sound on. Show me that darling girl.

Spread out along your mattress, phone in hand, you angle the camera down, and slide the length of your fingers along your cunt. It squelches - cum runs slick along its lips, and as you have no reason to be quiet, you let every waning tone out. One fingertip dips inside, then another; until you're pumping yourself at a relaxed pace, realising that at some point, you'll need to squirt, for the pressure on that particular spot is too great, the pleasure too intense, and the thought of Kyle watching it back with hand stroking that gorgeous cock of his is too tantilising. You squirt; your thighs tremble. It isn't pretty, nor is the slow-down, whining, moaning at the friction, but you're sure 'pretty' isn't what he wants from a woman. He wants grit; mess.

Send.

That's it, darling - Christ, look at that. That was under your dress all this time? Should have bent you over a park bench when I had the chance. Got anything else for me, sweetheart?

Sure, you do - you have a toy. A silicone dildo you suction to the floor and lower yourself onto, cunt bulging to accommodate the size. You lilt up, then down, again and again, driven wet by the girth and the moulded ridges shuddering against the walls of your pussy. It's his cock, you believe. He tells you that himself. Proud and dastardly, keening up into you as you ride into the sunset on him, hips cantering, toes curling, throat pulsing with blood until, with an audible schlick and a panted whimper or two, you cum a second time, and your hands shake when sending the video, fingertips zipping with pleasure.

God, if only it were his cock inside you.

You wait on bated breath for a response. A few minutes lapse, and a bell sounds.

Address. Now. Can't keep that poor girl all to yourself.

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PU$$Y GOT MORE M⛧RDERS THAN SHIBUYA.ᐟ 𝐌⛧𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑#𝟏 — 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

⛧ 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡: nov 1st, 12:03am ⛧ 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡: cockwarming + dubcon + somnophilia + pussy drunk + creampie + nemuidere!reader  ⛧ 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬: 1777

𝐧𝐧𝐧 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Haunted by old traumas and abandonment, it’s no surprise that Choso struggles with insomnia. Plagued with nightmares the moment he closes his eyes, Choso would easily spend the entire night awake—if not for you—his ultimate source of comfort.

Therefore, it makes sense why the only way Choso can successfully fall and remain asleep peacefully is when his cock is nestled in the comforting hug of your tight pussy. Your tender sweet cunt could always keep his fears at bay so it’s how he falls asleep most nights.

This is also Choso’s way of protecting you.

Nothing could happen to you, and you couldn't possibly leave him, when his hefty girth is plugged balls deep inside you. He'd sleep all night like that if you'd let him.

Most nights you did too, it was much easier than denying your cute puppy-like boyfriend when he'd start his adorable whimpering.

But tonight happens to be the first night of 'No Nut November'—or it will be in 20 minutes. 

There’d been too many times you’d wake up to the syrupy feeling of an early morning creampie oozing out of your sore pussy. Choso often woke up in the middle of the night regardless and slow fucked you until he fell back asleep.

You needed a break. 

So of course you refuse Choso when he cuddles up behind you in bed to be the big spoon and presses his stiff erection against the crease of your soft ass cheeks. 

Choso in turn, whines like a kicked-puppy into your ear at the reminder of NNN, he hates this stupid bet so much. He doesn't understand why humans participate in this at all and loathes the fact that he let Yuji and Todo goad him into this at the Halloween party earlier that night.

To be honest he didn’t even know what it was about at first, he legit thought you just didn’t eat nuts all month.

But not being able to cum!?

It wasn't just about not fucking you, he wouldn't even be able to jerk it to your angelic face while you slept either!

And for what even—bragging rights?

This was pure madness to Choso as there are no better bragging rights for him than to be able to say his cock was the one that was sheathed in your guts every night. Knowing he couldn't sleep with his cockhead cozying up to your womb for an entire month was driving him mad already.

“Please princess, I need her—one last time!”

Choso’s voice is so pathetic as he whimpers kisses into the back of your neck. It’s a move that usually would have you caving but the effect is greatly dulled by the bags of sand weighing down your eyes. You had to get up for work in the morning and all the hot spiked ciders you had at the party were finally taking their toll. 

“Choooo, *yawns*.... but it’s the first night... you can show a little control *yawns* ….can’t you baby?” But Choso is desperate!

“It’s 11:43pm babe, it’s still Halloween—please!”

Choso’s voice breaks slightly as he gathers you up in his arms, pulling you deeper into a toasty cocoon surrounded by his bare chest and blankets. His embrace is so warm and so comforting it's rapid lulling your sleepy eyes closed, you don't have the will to fight him on it this time either.

“Fine C-Cho, *yawns*...but you better fall asleep in 17 minutes—and set an alarm….you hafta pull out before midnight.”

“Thank you baby! Thank you, thank you!”

Choso continues to groan his gratitude into your skin, pulling your tank top straps down to pepper kisses on your shoulder. The relief he felt on being allowed to slip his cock into you was the only thing he could focus on.

Actually considering if he would even be able to keep his promise was the furthest thing from his mind.

Spoiler alert: He wouldn’t.

Slipping down his pajama bottoms and pushing up your nightie, Choso doesn’t waste time slotting himself inside you. He doesn't even need to prepare you. His hard weepy cock meets little resistance to rest against your cervix as your gooey pussy eagerly accommodates him in your drunkenness.

You're fast asleep but your body is still responsive, constricting around his thick throbbing intrusion.

Credit to Choso, he does try to close his eyes and join you in sleep.

Yet your runny cunt is extra sloppy from all the alcohol and it's not long before she is fluttering around his thick girth. Oh god, your pretty pussy was practically begging Choso to fuck you into the mattress like she didn't give a single fuck about 'NNN'.

Bracing himself, Choso lightly presses his clammy palms into the flesh of your hips trying to keep still—but to no avail.

His sanity is slipping, stripped away by your sloppy wetness. Soon, there's no stopping Choso's the tiny micro thrusts from slowly spearing his length deeper into your core. Choso’s fat bulbous tip is planting soft smooches on your womb and the moist suction of your cunt to constricts around him in turn, pulling him in that much deeper.

A sheen of sweat is already over his body as he looks at the time:

11:48 pm.

Fuck!

Choso needed to cum so badly.

He had to get a nut out before midnight—just one. 

You wouldn’t be upset with him if he did that, right? 

As long as it was before midnight?

You never said he couldn't nut in you, just to pull out before midnight.

Checking to make sure you were still asleep, Choso lightly pushes up your knee. His blunted nails dig into your thigh as he steadily slides his pulsing cock in and out of you with more deliberate strokes. 

It takes a strenuous amount of effort not to groan hotly into your ear and wake you and as a result Choso is chewing his lip near bloody. Any thoughts in his head quickly dissolve as it feels too fucking good to bottom out in your slick silken pussy over and over again.

“...m’sorrrrrry…m’so sorrry!”

Choso whispers apologies for his disobedient cock while he slobbers open mouth kisses down the column of your spine.

God, he wanted to keep his promise to you so bad but it was your tight lil’ cunts’ fault for being so slutty when you drank—even in your sleep.

How was he supposed to fall asleep with your core being so warm and twitchy around him? 

“Ah—ooo shiiit…Choooo…b-baby…”

Your soft sleepy mewls are almost drowned out completely by your lewd pussy talking so loud the room fills with milky squelches. Choso hears them though, his chest pounding from knowledge that he was dicking you down good enough for your sleepy slutty ass to start dreaming about it too.

FuckFuckFuck!

This wasn’t just about his nut anymore. He couldn't allow you to have a bad ending to your dream if he were to just edge you without making you cum!

Choso couldn't possibly let you suffer, not even in your dreams.

Sliding a hand down your hip to fondle through the soaked folds of your cunt, his thrusts become much deeper, shaking the bed with increasing friction as he continues to spoon and fuck you. Choso pants sound like a dogs whimpers as he sucks the skin behind your ear and rubs circles more furiously on your puffy bud. Disonnected from reality Choso is utterly pussydrunk. His madness is spurred on by the messy acoustics of your soggy clit clicking and joining in the with vulgar melodies from you being split open on his cock.

“C-Can’t d-do it! C-Can’t live…w-without ‘er—w-on’t do it! M's'sorry!”

Choso’s incoherent babbles and frantic thrusts weave their way into your dreams, his pathetic whimpering bleeding into your subconscious. His free hand slips down to press firmly against your belly, right where he knows your sweet spot lies in your core. The pressure sends a jolt through your body, your pussy spazzing around his length as a flood of wetness gushes down your thighs, soaking a large spot into the sheets beneath you.

Your legs twitch as your orgasm peaks, the overwhelming pleasure pulling a soft, sensual moan from your lips, even in your slumber.

Already on the edge, Choso's cock soaks in the tremors of your ecstasy, as you continue to cum from his relentless flicking on your clit.

Choso isn't thinking straight when cruelly pinches your swollen bud so hard you contract on him like a vice and he instantly is cumming buckets inside your cunt. The load inside your pretty pussy is so large you would have thought he actually had waited all of November to fuck you if you'd been awake. Not being able to control his moans Choso turns his head into the pillow as he tries to calm himself, his hips never stop rocking into you until every drop of cum is out of him.

Body sweaty and shuddering against yours Choso eventually pulls out of you although reluctantly. Nerves still tingling from his orgasm, Choso bitterly muses that the real torture hadn’t even started yet.

Choso looks at the time, it wasn’t even November yet, it’s only—

12:03 am.

Damn…welp—fuck it then, right?

His thick cock twitching to life again, Choso guides you over now on your belly, sliding a cushy plush pillow under your hips as you sleepily moan from your dreamworld for him 'not to make your pussy lonely again.' 

Well he would certainly remind you of this, in the morning. Sure, it was his fault he fucked up but he surely couldn't keep his pretty princess' pussy empty if that's what she requested of him.

Gripping the base of his cock, Choso buries himself to the hilt once more. He means to ease himself in but momentarily loses control, as strangled cry escapes him and he rams himself back into your guts. Chest heaving, Choso squeezes his eyes shut to hold off cumming so soon again.

The sound and force is enough to make you stir fitfully in your sleep, but Choso is quick to press soft pecks to your forehead to soothe you. “Shhh, princess. I gotchu.” The sleep reassurances Choso murmur lulls you back into slumber instantly. Choso takes a moment to admire your angelic face, brow slightly furrowed as you continue to softly hum in sleepy pleasure, before he resumes fucking you.

Yeah, fuck ‘No Nut Novemeber.’

Choso would rather stay inside your sweet pussy for the entire month straight then go a single night without you.

He’d have to apologize to you properly in the morning—perhaps by having you ride his face. blkkizzat ©2023-2024 no ai, reposting, plagiarism or translation allowed.

𝐚/𝐧: next 12/12 6:00 a.m. PST queued otaku!gojo.

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I am Ahmed Hammad, 26 years old 🍉

married, and I have a child that I had two months ago.

I have lost many members of my family, including my father, brother, and sister, as a result of the war on my country, Gaza.

I used to work as a cleaner at Shuhada al-Aqsa Hospital, where I was injured by the bombing two weeks ago.

I can't support my family and my little child is malnourished.

I now live with my wife, mother, and son in an unlivable tent.

I can't work, I can't provide treatment for my sick mother, and I fear for my child's future. I want him to live a normal life.

I am unable to protect my child and my mother. I hope that you will help us, save us, and save my child from this war. Please help us. We cannot escape this tragedy.

After I got hurt, I can't work to provide the simplest things like food and healthy water, everything here is expensive, other than that, my baby needs care greatly, he needs formula (because he does not breastfeed from his mother naturally due to health problems in his mother)

Every day, my baby needs formula

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It also needs a place to live in to settle in that is livable and has no diseases or insects

Thank you❤️

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Everyone who donates $20 will save my child and save us all. I hope you will help us.

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I’m writing as a brother watching Samer struggle for survival. His health has deteriorated to the point of falling into a coma, and we are unable to provide him with the necessary treatment. 💔

Samer suffers from bipolar disorder, and his stability relied on daily medications including LeponeX (Clozapine), Depalept Chrono (Sodium Valproate), and Lithium CO3 (Lithium Carbonate). These medications helped stabilize him, but without them, his health has worsened significantly. Every moment is crucial, and the pain and worry are relentless. 😞

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I'm Anas Basil, a recent high school graduate with dreams of pursuing a degree in e-business management and building a career. However, due to my family's financial hardships, I enrolled at Khan Younis Training College (KYTC), affiliated with UNRWA. Sadly, the war has turned the college, once a beacon of hope and education, into a shelter for displaced families, stripping it of its educational purpose.

I completed high school with a 93% average, filled with excitement about continuing my education and securing a job to support my family. But like so many others, the war has shattered those dreams.

My younger brother, Ahmad, is 14 years old and currently in the third grade of preparatory school. We’ve always called him "Doctor of the Future" because of his intelligence and natural talent in mathematics. Unfortunately, due to the ongoing war, he has been deprived of schooling for the second consecutive year. In addition to his academic abilities, Ahmad has a passion for football and used to win tournaments.

Our Life in Displacement: The war forced our family to flee to Rafah, where we lived in a tent for several months. Each day, my brother and I would wake up to fetch water, gather wood, and light a fire to prepare food. Survival became our daily task, but we never gave up hope. The conflict affected us deeply, but it did not extinguish our dreams of education and a better future.

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I am Rabah Zayed, 45 years old, my

wife Manal Riyad, 42 years old. Our sweet and beautiful family consists of four sons (Al-Waleed and Bilal / 11 years old - Yamen / 4 years old and Tim 18 months old) and two daughters (Shahd / 16 years old and Malak / 15 years old) in addition to my elderly and sick mother who lives with us. Our life was happy and stable, and our children were distinguished and excelled in their schools. We had many dreams that we intended to achieve for our family. Together, we established our own project in the field of fashion. We worked on it day and night until we succeeded in establishing it to ensure a decent life for our family. Suddenly, all our dreams were shattered, our home and our project were completely destroyed. My beautiful city was destroyed. We fled from death many times and fled to Al-Ahli Hospital. When it was bombed over our heads on OCT/17/2023, my daughter Shahd and I were injured in the bombing. After receiving treatment, we were forced to move from one city to another, and we ended up becoming Our shelter is a tent far from our home and dreams.

My children suffer a lot with us in arranging our difficult life affairs, between the cold of winter and the heat of summer, and the daily suffering in providing daily life needs such as providing drinking water and providing food with the huge rise in prices and the continued bombing and destruction. We have tried several times to leave and travel to escape death to a safe place and a safer life, and this requires a large sum of money ($5,000 per adult and $2,500 per child) in proportion to the number of members of my family and my sick mother, each separately. What we hope for is support and assistance in obtaining a decent and stable life for me, my mother and my family and to secure the future of my children and my family.

We thank you for understanding our difficult circumstances and your desire to help and support us.

Tim, 18 months ❤️‍🩹, was displaced from his home when he was seven months old. Dadah sought to provide cheese and diapers. He suffered from many diseases due to malnutrition and the poor conditions left by the war. He is very afraid of the sounds of bombing and explosions.

My name is Yamen, I am 4 years old and the troublemaker in my family I love mama, papa and my family very much I am the spoiled one in my family. I had many toys, many dreams, and I loved chocolate But now there are no games, no chocolate, and nothing I love except the sound of bullets and fear

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Save Dr. Farhat's family from genocide in Gaza

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In the heart of war-torn Gaza, where destruction and loss are a daily reality, lies the deeply moving tale of Dr. Husam Farhat and his family. Amidst the relentless bombardment, Dr. Farhat faced an unthinkable tragedy: the martyrdom of his beloved sisters, Inas and Amal, along with their husbands and children, and his brother Mustafa. This devastating loss shattered not only their dreams but also their hopes for a peaceful future.

Life Before the War: Memories of a Beautiful Home

Before the war, my life revolved around a beautiful home where I lived with my wife, our daughter Sham, and our sons Muhannad and Muhammad. This home was more than just a place to live; it was a sanctuary filled with love, warmth, and the joy of watching my children grow. Every corner of our home echoed with their laughter, turning it into a place where dreams for the future felt not only possible but inevitable, but then the war came, and in an instant, everything changed. The place where we once felt safe and secure was reduced to rubble. The life we had carefully built, the dreams we had nurtured, and the bright future we had planned were all torn apart. The war didn’t just destroy our home; it uprooted our entire existence, leaving us with nothing but the painful memories of what once was, Now, standing in the ruins of our former life, I'm left with fragments of a distant dream. The joy and security we once knew have been replaced by loss and uncertainty as we face a future overshadowed by harsh realities.

The Loss of My Professional Dream and Life After the War

And it wasn’t just my home that was destroyed. My accounting office, one of the most renowned in Palestine, was also reduced to rubble. I had worked tirelessly to build this office, which wasn't just a place of business but a reflection of my passion and dedication to the field of accounting. It was our primary source of income, providing financial stability and security for my family, My office was well-known for its exceptional services and strong reputation among clients. Over the years, it had become a symbol of success and hard work in the accounting world. But the war took it all away in an instant. Everything I had worked so hard to achieve was destroyed, and years of effort and dedication were wiped out in moments, Now, I stand on the ruins of my office, just as I stand on the ruins of my life, trying to piece together the remnants of my dreams and memories. This office was a source of pride for me and my family, but the war has left us with nothing, facing an uncertain and difficult future.

War's Toll on My Dreams and Future

The war didn’t just destroy my home and office; it shattered my dreams and future. As a PhD candidate in Accounting Information Systems at Universiti Utara Malaysia, I was in my final year, pursuing research that is a significant contribution to my field and valuable to entrepreneurs. With a master’s degree with distinction and a bachelor's degree, I also taught at several universities, sharing my knowledge and passion, But the war disrupted everything. Years of hard work, academic progress, and my contributions to the field have been torn apart, leaving me with an uncertain future. Now, I am faced with the daunting task of not only rebuilding my life but also reviving the dreams and ambitions that once drove me. The journey ahead is filled with challenges, but my resolve to continue remains strong.

Displacement and Uncertainty After the War

Now, after all this devastation, my family and I are living as displaced people, homeless and jobless, with no clear future for ourselves or our children. Every day is a struggle to find food for my children, who have been robbed of every chance at a normal life by this war. Once, we lived in Shuja'iyya, in North Gaza, where we had a home, a life, and dreams. But now, after being displaced over nine times, we find ourselves in the refugee camps of Nuseirat, the war has stripped us of everything—our home, our security, and our future. Our daily life has become a constant search for basic necessities, a far cry from the life we once knew. The dreams I had for my children and myself now feel like distant memories, overshadowed by the relentless challenges of survival. Each day brings new uncertainties, as we navigate this harsh new reality, clinging to the hope that one day we might rebuild what was lost.

Rebuild Hope: A Call to Stand with Us

We urgently call on all those who stand in solidarity with us, and every supporter, to help save what remains of our lives. Your assistance, even in small ways, can make a significant difference in helping us rebuild and restore our shattered world, rebuilding feels like an insurmountable task, but with your help, we can begin to piece together what was lost. Your contributions, no matter how small, can provide the foundation we need to start anew, offering hope and a chance at a better future for our family. Your solidarity means the world to us as we navigate these challenging times.

👉 https://gofund.me/e9f9ce20

Thank you for your compassion, your time, and your commitment to freedom and justice.

With deepest gratitude,

Dr. Farhat's Family

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Lot Recommendations | Windenburg Edition, Pt. 02 🌲

01. Oracle by Plantyl (30x20) | CC 02. Von Haunt Estate by PlumbobKingdom (40x30) | No CC 03. Romantic Shopping Alley by Yukihyo6121 (30x20) | No CC 04. Bloom Garden & Cafe by AnRheya/Rheya28 (40x30) | CC

Massive thank you to the builders! @plantyl-m @rheya28 & others!

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☆ cw. fem! reader, college au, bimbo-y reader, dumbification, praise, nerd nanami's a secret freak, fīngering, mdni.

nerd! nanami who eats you out while wearing his glasses. you told him this ‘method’ was far more efficient . . and, he could teach you more about the anatomy of the clit better.. oh, and the fact at how you said you always were a visual learner. you were always grateful for his tutoring sessions sure, but you couldn’t help but stare at him. not just at his eyes, but his noticeable bulge too that would always outline beneath his slacks. and yet now, here you were—laid flat on his wooden old desk as he’s buried right between your pretty thighs. “hm,” he’d grumble, sliding a swollen fat thumb down your glossy clit. nanami hears your cute breaths grow shallow along with the clanking dangles of your earrings and he huffs. “princess, pay attention,” and his eyes flicker down at your sopping needy entrance. “she’s important.”

“o- okay,” you wheeze out a tiny breath, and your eyes focus primarily on the head that’s buried between your legs. nanami pushes back the clear lenses of his glasses before giving your sloppy cunt a single tender kiss. a sweetened gasp rips away from your parted lips as you stare at him, watching intently as he closes his eyes shut, gradually sliding his tongue from top to bottom. “fuuck, ‘ken.”

nanami whistles softly against your dribbling folds while you’re wetly glazing his peachy, pink lips with your slick. “ah, the clit is such a mystery,” he’d purr, positioning his glasses. you’d then roll your eyes once he starts rambling all sorts of anatomy facts while eating you out at the same time. nanami’s pearly cold lenses repeatedly rub up against your thighs as he swiftly flicks his tongue, using his flat vast thumb to smear shapes down your slit. “sooo many nerves inside this pretty thing. thousands ‘n thousands of nerve fibers,” and you moan, feeling him cup his pursed dripping lips around your clit. nanami feels you claw a hand through his blond scalp, digging through his thin blond tresses before he hums.

“but – let’s start with my personal favorite shall we, princess? the dorsal nerve..”

he found it cute how you were so whiny, struggling to hold still as your back brushes up against the dozens of incorrectly marked papers behind you. they were scattered everywhere on the desk, an entire pile—and nanami thinks you were just starting to answer things wrong purposely. “let’s see,” he softly coos, feverish breath colliding right against your eagerly twitching sex. you’ve got a good tugging grip on his hair, peering at how his flaxen blond strings entangle ‘n intertwine between your fingers. “she’s important why?”

a mewling sobbing moan was your answer as his glasses continued to glide and tickle against your skin. nanami raises a single brow, and as his chiseled chin’s just streaming down with shimmery sheeny slick, he tsks.

“u- uhh,” you whimper, tightening your grip against his silky threads of hair. truth be told, your mind was entirely empty. you weren’t thinking about anything except for that fact that his tongue was ferociously gliding up and down the streaming slope of your pretty pussy. it makes you gnaw on your lip, growing even more dumb all from the salaciously narrow strokes of his tongue. “because it stimulates t.. the clit?”

“no, dummy,” he whispers, and even his playful insults made your pussy throb. nanami felt the exact pulse trigger against the flatness of his tongue and you whimper. you could feel his coy grin twisting against his lips before he starts to slurp harder.

it’s loud . . and your eyes were already starting to roll back the second he eases a slender middle finger inside.

“the dorsal nerve helps innervate this spot,” and a treble squeak of a whine snatches out your throat once he teasingly nibbles against your clit. it feels good, and you could feel your body heat gradually heating up more and more. “wonder what goes on in that pretty head of yours,” and with another moan following out from your lips, he gives your wet entrance a soft direct spank. “nothin’. bet it’s just empty, right silly girl?”

“kentoooo, fuck—” you’d moan, maintaining a good grip on his hair. fuck, it was just the way you perfectly dragged out the two syllables of his name – and, oh was the prettiest melody he’s ever heard.

panting heavily, nanami starts to run the pointed tip of his tongue farther inside of your pussy. it’s like he’s a natural—and to be honest, you didn’t think he’d be the type to have such a skillful tongue. for the hours and hours he spends talking, but you were starting to connect the dots. maybe nerds could be just as filthy. . especially with their mouths. his tongue resumes to delve in and out rapidly, barely giving you any time to catch your irregular unsteady breaths. glancing down, you see him with fogged up glasses and a sleazy growing grin.

he’s smug.

your taste – it makes nanami salivate, and he’s even starting to drool past the corners of his lips. you had a treacly flavor to you, and it continues to please his tastebuds the more he swirls his tongue inside. he’s right between your thighs and it’s a pretty sight… you’re a pretty sight, and you can’t help but start to frantically grind your hips against his slack jaw. “forget the l- lesson. don’t stop.”

nanami gives the inner sweltering flaps of your cunt another loving kiss before warm fawn eyes fixate back toward you. “ohh, but princess,” and he could hear your soft gasps once he starts to massage his palm around your sopping heat. he’s maneuvering tender circles against your wet pussy before giving it a soft smack, hearing you whimper for more. you were soaked. . geysering pools of your slick coat his hand and it makes him hum in amusement. “if i do that, then you won’t learn anything,” and you could feel every sharp axon electrocute alongside each nerve of your body. your thighs were this close to snapping back shut, and he’s gotta pry them apart with two big hands. “wonder if my tongue’s jus’ makin’ you dumber,” and that’s riiight when nanami smears the bridge of nose against your cunt.

“nghh, kento,” your eyes widen, and each time his lips smack from pulling away to breathe—you could feel both of your ears ring. he’s filthy, and nanami was so hard that he even reached beneath the desk, slipping a hand inside of his unbuckled pants. you continued to drag your cunt against his face, covering the lower part of his dripping chin with every drop of your lewd polished essence before mewling. “fuck, fuuuuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“the woman orgasm,” he whispers in husky awe, his tone as smooth as silky silk. nanami lowly grunts, wrapping a hand around his veiny base before giving it a few solid pumps. oh, you turned him on. it was so bad that he couldn’t help but imagine being inside of you. fucking you on his desk, pushing your head into your red-marked papers in hopes that that could feed you some sorts of knowledge – all while showering you with a plethora of compliments of course.

you were pretty, but between your legs you were even prettier. as nanami continues to prattle endlessly, talking your ear off about whatever, his glasses end up falling and you grab them.

sepia hooded eyes narrow at you before he scoffs, taking a second to spit on your weeping cunt. “tell me, sweet thing,” and you’re whimpering, the arch in your back growing as your lips part awkwardly. nanami’s still fisting his cock with a single hand, slowly twirling his tongue inside between your glistening folds before applying faster and faster pressure. it’s repetitive, and you clench down on your jaw the second you feel him pop in his lanky ring finger. “how many nerves does it take to orgasm? quickly.”

as your lashes continuously flutter – you let off a sweet whimper. “around e- eight thousand?”

“smart girl,” he coos, and you felt a stir of butterflies rummage through the lower pits of your stomach at the praise. nanami’s practically french kissing your cunt, using allllll types of tongue. effortlessly, he’s thrusting his tongue in and out, locating every pivotal part inside before he abruptly stops stroking himself. he groans, feeling a vein run down his shaft before he gives your cunt it’s final departing kiss. “c’monnn, let go for me. cum on my tongue, princess.”

as your lips cutely stretch out further, curling ‘n contorting into a shocked oval shape—you tightly grip onto his blonde strands. “fuuuuck,” was all you could reply with, and you could still hear nanami grumbling out nonsense under his breath. even a nerd with his mouth full.

sloppily, his tongue wanders everywhere, reaching near every crevice and swirls its way around your clit before dipping itself right back out. there was not a single thought programmed in your brain—except for the fact that if his tongue was like this, you only wondered what his dick felt like. the thought alone makes you let off a crooning whimper as a lightning wave of pulses throb between your jittery legs. you were so close that the taste of your inevitable orgasm was simply sweet.

it’s as sweet as vanilla frosted icing, and the second you started to uncurl your toes, you felt it.

a cute whimper ripples out of your hoarse vocal chords as you remain to cling onto his glasses. nanami subtlety squints up at you with the most cunt-drunken grin before he lies his tongue all the way flat. “mmph,” and with a sloppy squelching slosh, you hear a finger of his loudly ‘pop’ out of your soddened slit. nanami was moving his head back and forth, the fabric of his tie tickling against your skin whilst you’re coming undone. your harmonious-sounding orgasm lasts for a good nine seconds, echoing through the thin walls of his dorm before he sighs. nanami’s starting to see why you preferred this more than his lectures—

“thaaaat’s it,” he smears his sheeny-slick lips against the opening of your pussy. you’re drooling wet, jaw dropped with your eyes bulged out of their sockets as you realized you came on his tongue.

nanami’s tongue completely wiped out any sorts of review that was supposed to be jotted inside your brain. instead – you’re just dumbfounded with cartoony heart eyes forming in your dilated pupils the more you stare at him. you wanted more, you wanted him. nanami gently caresses down your tender pulsating entrance before giving it a soft pat. it’s a pat that then turns into a sloppy ‘mwah’ with his lips, and it makes your heart race. with droopy eyes, you watch as he runs a hand through his neatly parted hair. unkempt, but still handsome.

“silly girl,” he scoffs to himself with a scolding head shake, and within seconds later he leans in, giving you a chaste kiss. you moan, wrapping your arms around him. nanami grunts, swiping his tongue around the sugary sweet lip gloss that glues against your lips before he slowly spins you around.

“is this part of the lesson too?” you sheepishly hum, still feeling hot ‘n heavy from his lips being on yours just a moment ago. with a tiny gasp, you feel nanami gingerly press up against you, gently grabbing your waist. you ached for more, and you didn’t care about the private session anymore.

“partially,” nanami rasps, and you feel him lean further in, resting his chin against your shoulder. nanami stares at your body and he puts his glasses back on before sighing. with a hand gently pushing you forward – making you arch fully, the blonde grunts. “we forgot the other important part of the lesson though, ‘m afraid.”

with a cutesy shake of your ass against his grey crooked slacks that barely clung onto his hips, you bite the inside of your cheek. you feel something brick hard behind you that doesn’t exactly feel like a book. “a- and what’s that, ‘ken?”

nanami slowly licks the left side of your neck and you moan once he lifts up your leg, bringing his lips up to your ear. “penetration, princess.”

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[OC] werewolf / vampire girlfriends 🩸🐺

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[OC] a witch and the lovecraftian monster she summoned by accident 🔮🐙♡ (witch OC belongs to @ greenmoonie on twitter! and the eldritch moster girl is my new baby)

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MDNI 18+ Only .𖥔 ݁ ˖ (f!reader x vampire!John)

when vampire!John Price eats you out into overstimulation and you inevitably start getting fussy, he just bites your inner thigh, gently tearing into that sweet, irresistible plush, sucking enough blood to weaken you, to tire your limbs and snuff out your fight. the loss of blood leaves you whiny, mumbling gibberish and breathing slow, fingers so weak you can’t even grip him by his hair. oh, and you’re so pliant this way…letting him spread you and fold you in any way he chooses, letting him get his fill in more ways than one, the way a good human pet should. and when your chest is slow to rise and fall, he shifts his glistening crimson lips back to the task at hand, spitting blood at your sticky cunt to make it slick again, spreading and licking and sucking, making a mess of it till it’s milky and red.

(divider by @/tsunami-of-tears)

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this little piggie

sum: in which one receives an unexpected request wc: 1.4k cw: feet. dry humping. mutual masterbation. handjob. foot job?. mxf scene. smut?/porn? with plot. minors do not interact. 18+ content. not proofread

“You should let me get off on your feet.”

The suggestion was carried into silence by an ad break, the tv screen flashing black to show the figures of the young couple. Popcorn stopped crunching as Evan turned to face his girlfriend of three years. His eyes narrow in confusion.

“I’m sorry?”

Daphne kept her eyes on the flashing screen, while balled fist tighten the blanket around her sides. The coin at hand was doing gymnastics in her head, deciding the worst fear to be conquered. To repeat herself and be told no or to disregard it as a joke. Either way, both had the possibility to be flashbacks of regret.

“You should let me get off on your feet.”

“I heard you, but why? You’re not trying to stuff my foot inside your pussy, are you?”

She pushed herself upright, ending the occupation of Evan’s thigh as her pillow and set her glare onto his grinning face.

“You don’t have to be an ass, Evan. Men get foot jobs and suck toes all the time, why is it crime when women do it?” Rejection rose to claim a neutral throne, her heart racing with the burn.

“Hey,” He started with a soft tone, passing a soft peck to her lips; his glasses covering his brows as he pulled away with a smile. “Just wasn’t expecting it from you, cut me some slack. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

With few instructions and repositioning, Daphne managed to have Evan settled on the corner cushion of the couch. For added support and for a little leverage if she’d find the courage to truly take a ride.

Bare for his eyes and riddled with nerves, Daphne stood tall. Her round breasts curving with a heaviness that pushed them out. And below a lush belly and between lush thighs laid her eager cunt, the short hairs slick with excitement.

Evan’s thick thighs spread, straining underneath frail fabric all while parting the knees of his lover sinking beneath him. Slowly, her shaky fingers peeled the black edges of his sock, revealing the smooth and hydrated skin of her fantasies.

His skin had no added scents from lotions and was free from any stray and ragged pieces of skin. The heel was supple and soft, deepening a shade with each press of her fingers. And his nails were filed down even and buffed to a nature sheen free of polish.

She started along the ridges of his toes, rubbing and rocking her dampening cunt side to side. They were hard, but pliant and cautiously wiggled beneath her.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” He shuffled down into couch, raising his hips to free his tenting erection from cotton sweatpants. “Is this why you make me get pedicures with you?”

Evan knew that the real reason he’d go along with her was so she wouldn’t have to pay, but also because he didn’t mind being pampered himself. A simple hour or so of relief and relaxation. A traditional reward to whatever challenges they faced that month.

“A couple of months. Maybe a year, I lost track,” When the blunt tip of his nail would drag along the exposed and slick head of her clit, she’d pause. A stutter breaking her moans as her hips stilled with the push of pressure from Evan’s big toe. “And I never asked you to come with me, you—oh—you started on your own.”

“So what, you just thought my toes were sexy from that one day? Mhm, perverting our sacred quality time with your fantasies.”

Testingly, he flicked his toes, watching flinches that came with the subtle taps.

“It’s not every time! It’s not even sexual most of the time either. Sometimes, the tech just does a great job and they look pretty.”

“And the others?”

“I think of using my cum as lotion for them.”

“Fuck. Jesus, Daphne.”

“I know, it’s gross isn’t it?” She peered up at him through her lashes, a slow roll to her hips as her hands caressed and traveled down her skin. A flush rose, warming her body as her fingers parted to spread the puffy slick lips of her pussy. “But, look how wet they get me, Evan. Such a mess ain’t it.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

She smiled at his dazed response, enjoying the way his hand tugged around the leaking flush tip of his cock. It was hard and curved in his meaty palm, smearing the pearls of pre-cum against the brown tuffs of hair with each stroke.

Excited and a little less nervous, Daphne let her hands wander and play with her figure. Groping. Cupping. Smoothing down the plains and valleys of her skin in a way made her feel like a woman on fire. Her knees ached and her thighs burned from the tension of staying stable; yet the heated stare from Evan kept her grounded.

He leaned forward, taking her face into his hand and smoothing his thumb across her mouth. They kept eye contact as the thick digit parted her lips, passing over the ridges of white teeth before a pink tongue curled around it.

“Go on. Indulge yourself.”

Gratitude brightened brown eyes at the statement, Daphne thankful to have such an encouraging partner without judgement. She pulled away from his hand, her own caging his wrist to lay a lacquered kiss in his palm.

“You’re too good to me.”

Stretching a thick calf forward, Daphne set his leg to an angle that would be both comfortable and accessible to their needs. Her plush thighs spread into a low saddle, the dorsal plane of Evan’s foot resting just below a puffy and slick clit.

Evan held his breath as she lowered onto his foot, and leaned back against the cushions to relieve some space for air. The drips of her slick were cold against his heated skin, a blush tinting his cheeks when a content moan fell from Daphne’s lips.

Hands anchored to his leg, she rocked her hip; sliding and grinding on the flat smooth ridge. Sloppily, she desperately pushed her clit along the raised and bonier spots of his foot. She was searching. For that one spot that would give enough friction without ignoring the dripping hole that clenched around nothing.

Watching his girlfriend struggle was a pitiful sight, yet Evan only continued to tug on the length of his cock. He was short on fumes, the languid squeezes and strokes urging his orgasm closer than he’d like. Wanting Daphne to come before or at least with him, he curled his toes; resting the weight of his foot on the heel.

Here! Was where the subtle roll and press from Evan could mix with the rock and grind of Daphne’s hips and force a straggle of moans from her lips. The ridges of his curled toes bumping on the engorged head of her throbbing clit.

“Fuck, right there. Evan.”

Her dark curls tumbled over her eyes, her head casting forward in ecstasy. A tender pussy squelched and gushed around the curve of his foot, the occasional just the tip breach of his big toe coaxing a gasp from her lips.

The wet vacuum of creamy tugs filled in the gaps of moans and throaty whines as Evan chased his own orgasm. It was right there. But the cramp forming in his leg was faster, racing to be the winning charley’s horse. And he could only imagine how bad the bruising was going to be, from Daphne’s grounded pursuits.

So he worked his wrist faster, intermittently focusing on the head of his beading cock. Circling and smoothing his thumb along a throbbing slit, until it pushed out stringy pearls of cum.

His pace soon matched that of Daphne’s hips, their motions ravaged with skips as their bodies itched to relieved of tension. Tenderly, Daphne trailed a hand to her gushing cunt, her fingers slipping over an angry and sensitive clit.

“I’m with ya. I’m right there with you, pretty.”

Together, the rush of their orgasms washed over them. Daphne’s washing down her thighs and slicking the top of Evans’ foot. While Evan’s sprayed creamy ropes of cum, coating the tuffs of a happy trail and his hands.

Daphne rested her forehead on the quivering knee before her, still somewhat dazed at a fantasy completed. It was something unexpected with a high risk and a crushing low reward of shame and disappointment. Yet, there she was empowered and satisfied, and she could only hope Evan felt the same.

“We need to get you a pillow or somethin’ for next time. Can’t have those pretty knees all banged up.”

The suggestion came as a ragged drawl of heavy sighs and a rough cough, his lips and throat dry. Daphne gave a soft chortle and pressed a kiss to his tanned skin, content and thankful.

“I already have one in the cart.”

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