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[anubis246]

Orgasm 😵‍💫

[spicymancer]

Skincare Routine

Monster Researcher Andie continues to study gorgons.

Happy Year of the Snake!

[xuperjr]

[gothicgirlh-9]

🕸🕸🕸

Gothicgirlh-9, sophie elodie 🖤👀🖤

[papirfecni]

recent caitvi sketches because i have no self control

[anubis246]

I want do this for my gf ❤️‍🔥

[cartoonsinthemorning]

Girl Help, I can't stop thinking about Stan's drifter years

[coshellelez]

[33mmm8]

[theepoetspoem]

Pretty in Pink 🩷

[snail-day]

Okay, so Satoru knows he should get up. The sun’s peeking through the curtains, your morning playlist is already humming from your phone speaker, and you’re doing that adorable thing where you shuffle around half-awake, muttering to yourself while looking for socks.

He knows.

But instead he just lies there, stretched out in bed, head on your pillow, hair an absolute mess, eyes barely open, watching you with a lazy grin and one specific thought rattling around his very smooth, very annoying brain:

God, you have such a nice ass.

So when you wander close enough to the edge of the bed, all unsuspecting and sleepy, he reaches out and loops an arm around your waist. You pause, expecting a hug maybe, something sweet.

But nah.

He leans in and bites your ass.

Not hard, just enough to make you squeak.

Your gasp is delicious. The way you whip around to glare at him with your bedhead and sleepy pout? Even better.

“Satoru!” you hiss.

And he, the king of fake innocence, gasps and widens his eyes. “Oh no, what happened, baby?? Did someone bite you? That’s terrible.”

You swat at him, and he tries to dodge while laughing, but you’re quicker when you’re mad. Not that it stops him from trying again - grinning like a feral cat, going in for round two.

You shriek his name this time, and it’s so damn cute he can’t even pretend anymore. He grabs your wrist, tugs you down into bed with him, laughing the whole time as he rolls you into his chest.

“Alright, alright - c’mere,” he mumbles, voice low and a little scratchy from sleep. He buries his face in your neck, arms locking tight around you. His chest is warm against your back, body still radiating sleep heat.

You squirm, a little grumpy still, but he just presses a kiss behind your ear and whispers, “Better stay here while I go hunt down the mysterious pervert who keeps biting your cute butt.”