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smudgeplifkin · 4 months
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Bonus points if sang in Jermas Elmo voice
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chocolatewitch · 1 year
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my last three brain cells at 3 am
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ohsofightclub · 7 months
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fight club (1999)
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bby-blu-swirll · 6 months
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insomnia - scenario ! w/ bakugo, todoroki, iida, & kirishima
at the time of starting this,, i posted a whole short a few hours ago, but i can't sleep and it's getting frustrating, so here's some little whatever's so i don't go bonkers in my little corner <3
( in my experience, insomnia is very very frustrating and kinda makes me want to bash my head in and throw myself into the mediterranean, so i may or may not be slightly touching on those feelings here as well idkk )
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bakugo :
tbh if you came knocking at his door in the small hours of the morning, he would probably seem a bit irritated ( dw he isn't he's just worried about you and doesn't know how to show it. and he might be just a little irritated, )
"the hell are you doing up this late?"
he'd lean against his doorframe as you explained - you'd been trying to sleep for hours, but you just couldn't get tired, couldn't get comfortable, couldn't keep your eyes closed. and it was just a bit maddening,
with a heavy sigh, he'd open up his door and step to the side ( a silent invitation into his dorm ).
bffr tho as soon as he closes that door, he's pulling you into a hug, rubbing your back, massaging your head and just holding you to his chest. he wouldn't say anything, just hold you, making sure to take deep, slow breaths.
eventually he would pull out of your arms and make his way back to his bed, rolling onto his back. at first you thought that was his way of telling you that you were done there, but after a second of you not moving, he would open his eyes and look over to you, motioning to his chest.
"are you coming or what?"
he would sleep as he usually did, with an arm behind his head, but tonight his free hand was around your waist, holding you close.
he wouldn't draw attention to it, but he would do his best to stay awake until you were out. he'd use his thumb or fingers to draw small patterns on your torso to try and lull you to sleep.
the more you came to his door at night, the less he asked.
eventually it got to the point of you coming in without knocking, and just crawling into bed with him. he never seemed to mind though. as soon as he was stirred, he would look around a bit, see you, and relax again, wrapping an arm around you.
he'd give you a half awake, "you okay?" just in case it was worse than usual, or if it had a more specific cause.
under the circumstance you said no, he would sit up so he wouldn't fall asleep and just listen to you talk until you were ready to pass out in his arms again <3
todoroki :
he understands sleeping problems, they probably plagued him in and out of his childhood.
the first time you had come knocking at his door, he was concerned. he would try to help, offer to make you tea or get you a blanket or melatonin or anything you could need.
but if it got to the point you were willing to wake him up, then you had already tried everything. dragging him into your waking nightmare was the last thing you wanted to do, really.
before he could finish his list of solutions, you had your arms wrapped around his waist and your body weight leaning against his.
"whoa, hon, hey..."
he would hold you up and support you immediately, kissing your head and lifting your chin to face him.
he would push some hair from your face and smile at you. maybe kiss the tip of your nose,
"don't worry love, i'll take care of you.."
he'd lie in bed with you, playing with your hair and just brushing his fingertips across your skin. he would probably lie awake just a bit, racking his brain over you.
he just wanted to help you, and knowing there was nothing more he could do than hold you and try his best to be comforting, it just didn't feel like enough. in perfect contrast, though, he couldn't help but know exactly how you felt.
when he was young and still shouldering his father's abuse alone, he had plenty of sleepless nights that nothing but the sunrise could put an end to. he was, at the very least, grateful he could be one thing he didn't have- warmth and comfort to reassure you that you weren't dealing with all this alone.
all his guilt dissipated when you were quietly breathing in his arms, fast asleep, a few minutes later.
in the future, on those especially rough nights that you found yourself at the door of his dorm, he would always be there for you.
he had begun to insist that you didn't need to keep knocking, and after some time you finally listened. some nights, you just went over before either of you first went to bed in the first place.
he didn't shift much in his sleep, but even when he did, he would always find a way to keep his hands on you. the physical contact seemed to be good for you and your insomnia, so he made it a point to offer that comfort, even when he was unconscious. <3
extra - he definitely started getting a second glass of water for his room at night, just for you
iida :
he did react poorly when you first came knocking on his door in the middle of the night, breaking curfew and the rules of being in each other's dorms past dark. (ESPECIALLY your partner's dorm). just know that it wasn't personal.
he was about to scold you in a whisper tone, but put a full stop to that the moment he noticed that you looked as though you were about to cry.
"uh- y/n? are you alright?"
his voice was gentle and concerned, his intense respect for the rules going out the window the second he saw you hurting. he would hold out a hand to carefully cup your jaw, his worry growing when you just closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.
"oh... come in, darling, tell me what's bothering you."
he would turn on whatever his softest light was and sit you down on his bed. he, of course, would take his desk chair and move it so he could sit across from you. after all, if he had no clue what made you so upset, he wouldn't want to risk making you uncomfortable as well.
as soon as you explained your troubles, he went straight into logical solutions. though his intentions were the most pure, his words were frustrating nonetheless.
"a nice cup of chamomile should do the trick!" "have you made sure you've been off your phone for at least an hour before you retire for the night?" "i've heard wonderful things about melato-"
"iida."
you didn't even want to give him a chance to finish that last thought. you thanked him for his efforts, you really did appreciate them, but you were insistent that this was a continuous issue that you've tried everything and them some to cure.
you explained the frustration of lying awake, tossing and turning, never quite comfortable and never quite tired enough. hour after hour of constant moving and shifting that feel like second and an eternity at the same time.
iida was a man of logic, but he was also a man with a heart. he understood frustration, feeling powerless and completely stuck.
so, where logical solutions had failed, he knew now what was left to do was just to comfort you and be there.
over the course of your relationship, you had shaken him a bit loose of being so uptight. especially when it came to pda and physical touch, and ESPECIALLY when it came to being 1 on 1 inside the dorms. despite all that, he would still normally put up some kind of protest as you tried to weasel your way into his lap before he gave up.
this time, however, he made no effort to stop you from curling up to him once he switched off the lights. he understood this is just where you were right now and what you were needing, and this is all he could do, and he was happy to break the rules for your sake.
so much so, that this became regular. he would leave his door unlocked for you to come in and snuggle up to him however you'd like, and he would wake up for long enough to adjust to you, hold you and ask if you were all right before you could both drift off.
any night without fail, he would do whatever he needed to to help you out, even though that definitely went against his intense respect of the ua dorm code. as long as aizawa never found out, he was free to care for his darling girl another night. <3
kirishima :
he's the kind of boyfriend who's like your built in best friend. except you can make out with him.
the first time you had trouble sleeping, you told him immediately the next morning.
"bro i had the worst time trying to sleep last night,"
and the next
"omg babe it happened again."
and kirishima is honestly the biggest sweetheart, he's just trying to be manly and be there for you, so it's safe to say he would have extended an invitation to his dorm by the third time you mentioned it. maybe even sooner.
we all know he's smart, but his first thought probably wouldn't be all the herbal remedies and healthy living practices that could solve your problem. he probably did some research on them when your issues first started, but the second you found out the didn't work, he dropped them to find some other fix. turns out, it was him.
you would knock at his door, just a bit nervous he would be upset even though he had offered beforehand.
he would know it was you, immediately, and answer all sleepy and half awake. rubbing his eyes, he'd lean against his doorframe and put an arm around your waist.
"hey, baby.. 's it happening again?"
you would just nod and he would lead you inside, his hand never leaving your lower back.
"is there anything i can do, or do you wanna just try and go to sleep?"
he would definitely make sure you were completely taken care of - if you needed a glass of water or wanted a snack, he would personally get you one from downstairs and insist that you don't worry your pretty little head and just get nice and cozy in his bed.
once he was positive you had everything you could possibly need, he would snuggle all close to you in any way.
he probably mostly sleeps on his back, with you lying on his chest. he'd have one hand on your back and the other in your hair, brushing through it gently or just massaging your scalp, just trying to help you relax.
sometimes he'd spoon you, just pressed to you with an arm draped over your waist, holding you close. on those nights, he would probably move your shirt up just a bit to be able to trace small circles on your skin. (his hands are warm too aww)
but no matter how you were lying together, he would always be whispering sweet little nothings to you.
extra lol -
there was one time when you said you wished you could get some fresh air, and he was ready to sneak out in 3 minutes. it was freezing outside, but he just said it was just more reason to keep an arm around you while you wandered the bright and colorful streets of musutafu past midnight.
(iida definitely caught you guys on your way back in, but he let it slide when you agreed to do the dishes for a few nights. (kirishima took most of that responsibility too lol <3) )
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if anybody wants me to do this w/ different characters, my inbox is open ! it's also open for any other requests <33
my last few posts have pretty much all been some kind of hurt/comfort so i think i wanna do something more fun and cutesy or smth lol anyway
i love you sm sleep well !! 💗💗
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catmat · 2 months
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Me: I'm so exhausted and drained from my chronic pain that I'll sleep well tonight
My body:
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luchavee · 8 months
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This has got to be the hardest pokemon game ever made!
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fanatess · 20 days
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Deal with my feelings? Nah. Project them onto my fav character? Yeaaaah
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Me rn, except I'm posting this, not scrolling.
Gnight yall!
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natashaslesbian · 5 months
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Sleepy Bear
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Summary: Natasha finds an unusual way to help you sleep
Word Count: 1.1k
Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)
Warnings: none I believe :))
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You had no idea how long your girlfriend had been doing this for you. Sleep had never come easy to you, only did you get a rest when your exhaustion would force your body to shut down. Your thoughts leave you restless each night, the anxiety had always been there. Your mom started you in therapy when you were 7, the nightmares should have stopped by then. She tired everything, your mother, each week was a new medication. Your dad on the other hand, he couldn’t have cared less. It was him who marched you into the hospital demanding they scanned your ‘daft brain’ as he put it. There was nothing to be found. Years of therapy only brought the diagnosis of anxiety, much to the disappointment of your father. Dr Grey was a nice lady, but she couldn’t quite solve your problems. You were too young to put your anxiety into words, you just knew it made you too scared to sleep. You stopped therapy after your mom died and your dad refused to pay, you were left to your own devices.
You met Natasha 2 years ago at the coffee shop you work at. She fell head over heels the second she laid her eyes on you, not that she’d ever tell you that. You had your eyes on her too, it took you months to realise that she was purposely going out of her way to visit the shop multiple times a week. It started with lasting looks and then lingering touches when you passed the redhead her iced caramel oat milk latte. Soon you were slipping her extra cookies and then one day she slipped you her number, you never looked back after that day. After a few months you finally let Natasha come over to your apartment, she was horrified at the state you were living in, sleep was the last of your worries. Your dad kicked you out after you told him you were gay, you took what you could and found the cheapest little studio available. The paint was chipped all over, the cooker didn’t work and you were on the verge of eviction. The widow was desperate to move you into the compound, despite your discomfort at the idea. Eventually you agreed to take residence in one of the spare rooms, and surprisingly you settled in straight away. Your life fell back on track after that and you and Natasha had grown closer and stronger than ever, you even shared a room now, Natasha had to move the ring in her bedside draw to Clint’s room.
A slightly sharp corner had you stirring slightly, the assassin quick to flash you a worried glance. You settled again straight away, rolling your face into the cold window. The day you had finally told Natasha about your anxiety was a relief, you cried for hours that wednesday. Since your mother, no one had been so kind. You were so afraid she would run a mile, but she sat with you for all those hours, just holding you. Nat promised to spend every sleepless night with you, lord knows she had her own problems when it came to sleep, but you somehow found comfort in each others restless nights. Often you would take turns in reading to each other, some nights you would go for a stroll around the grounds of the compound. But your favourite form of medicine was the car. Natasha would wrap you up in her fluffy blanket and strap you snug into the passenger seat, the gentle hum and sway of the motor would eventually lull you into a slumber. It took months for your girlfriend to convince you to even try the idea, you hated it at first, what did she think you were, a baby? “I know you’re not an actual baby, but your my baby” she would say “let me take care of you” how she even thought of the plan was a mystery to you and you definitely didn’t want to admit it was working.
Natasha pulled into the 24 hour gas station, the car coming to a scratchy stop. “Mm, Tasha?” You mumbled, half asleep still. “I’m here sweetheart, I just need to get some gas” she said “would you like some snacks? Or do you wanna sleep a little longer?” Your belly rumbled right on cue “choccy biscuit” maybe you were still a baby at heart, “one pack of chocolate biscuits coming right up” the beautiful red head said, oh how you thought her locks were just gorgeous. “You’re so pretty” you whispered, eyes only half open “thank you baby” Natasha laid a kiss on your warm lips and you couldn’t stop the little squeal that escaped you. She wasn’t gone long enough for you to miss her, considering you continued to doze in her absence. You heard the familiar commotion of your girlfriend climbing back into the drivers seat, you peeled your eyes open to give her a sleepy smile “here you go sleepy bear” your favourite biscuits were deposited into your lap and you whispered a small thanks.
You contently nibbled for the 45 minute journey back to the compound, while Natasha quietly sang along to whatever trash was on the late night radio, you always thought they played the worse songs during the early hours of the morning. A quick glance at the clock told you it was 2:36am, Natasha had been driving you to sleep for over an hour, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for you. “I love you” you said, breaking the silence “I love you too y/n” Natasha replied, a bit unsure at why you were suddenly all mushy. “No” you continued “I really love you” a red light gave Nat the chance to flash you another worried look, she softened when you saw your eyes glistening back at her, and the smile engraved on your face “you’re welcome baby girl” you swear she could read your mind. With the conversation at a happy standstill you decided to close your eyes again, just for a little nap until you were home.
When you stirred again, the rough car seat had become your plush mattress and your head was laying comfortably on your pillow. It quickly became Natasha’s as she climbed into bed with you “can I have my own pillow sleepy?” She giggled “no” you sighed, carrying the sound to the end of your breath “it smells like you” you mumbled “but I’m right here?” The widow kindly shot back “oh yeah” you said, eyes still tightly shut, you still failed to roll back over though. “You’re not gonna move are you?” Natasha said, you shook your head against her arm and she didn’t hesitate to haul you up into lap, her arms wrapped tightly around your waist and your head perfectly slotted into the crook of her neck. “Sweet dreams y/n” Natasha wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep that ring locked away.
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I wrote this when I couldn’t sleep and I almost cried
-Astara
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luvskywxlker · 2 months
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I need him to use me until I am too exhausted to move, run me a nice bubble bath and tuck me in cuddle with me and kiss me goodnight and hold me all through the night and play with my hair
hhhh to be treated like a princessssss🫶🎀
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spicynoodles14 · 9 months
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Imagine waking up from a message notification early in the morning just to see another Strade drawing from your friend who didn't sleep the entire night which really concerns tf out of me cuz she does this all the time.
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Then sending this drawing of herself afterwards...
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skirting-board-iix · 4 months
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10 Verbal Nouns in Irish that I very much enjoy
Ag Smúrthacht - prowling, slinking around the place
Ag Airneán - staying up late into the night
Ag Plobarnach - gurgling (of water or porridge)
Ag Santú - ‘greeding’ for something (((also to desire seggsually)))
Ag Slaparnach - trudging around/through shallow water/mud
Ag Spréacharnach - glittering
Ag Rógaireacht - swindling or otherwise engaging in divilment
Ag Pleidhcíocht - fooling around, messin’
Ag Goilliúint - wounding emotionally
Ag Meabhrú - brooding or pondering
warning: 🚨not caighdeán approved🚨 (also these are rough estimations of meanings and there are 100% other verbs which cover these same things please dont break my tibia)
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jahnavisurenda-21 · 1 month
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Hazbin Hotel|Alastor X Reader
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Right now in love with a deep home type comfort, to sleep in rainy nights, Tea and deep voices.
This is presenting Alastor Scenario when your unable to sleep because it is hell, and some of your tapes broke.
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You woke up with cold sweat, wavering breathing it kept happening, you opened your curtains a little bit to see the horrible view.
The Hazbin hotel was like a gold in such a messed up, chaotic ruckus of a place. Where people just live accepting that there souls are doomed for suffering, and nothing was going to change that.
You were still trying to steady your breathing, you brought your legs closer wrapping your arms tightly around it, "You could just drop dead, stop... Stop harrassing me. Drop dead. Drop dead." You would whimper.
3 Am no one would give you a second glance, you shakily brought out the rust radio out, you loved the cracky noise, you loved his voice.
You turned on one of his radio shows, he had put some recipes trying to focus on his heavy voice, trying to get yourself to sleep. The dreams would haunt you the moment you turned of the radio.
"Ahh my dear can I come in?" It was Alastor, but what could he want from such a time. He said he was working for some paperwork to run the hotel.
You shakily tried to dress yourself up, pulling the door knob.
"Oh my dear, you haven't slept again. The little radio off yours has been a little disturbing. All though I love it when people admire my work! But you see my dear it's interfering with the latest podcast I must get done by the next day!"
Your face showed tinge of embarrassment but actually hearing his voice right now was especially calming.
"I'm so sorry, now you have to start all over again." You weakly told, you wanted him to stay but you knew he would avoid any physical touch.
"Well my dear since you enjoy my little radio shows here so much what if I take you to my little office hmm?"
Alastor knew you suffered from nightmares, and you had been putting his tapes on repeat at the same time for two weeks.
Once you entered his office, you caught splashes of red, but a little comfortable corner called you over where you quietly sat by, waiting for him to go back to letting his voice out.
It was like Alastor knew, he needed to get you to sleep besides you were tired so hearing him for a few sleepy half an hour or more.
The last thing you felt was a blanket draped and then it was only the sound of typewriter echoing.
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hyunjin1e · 3 months
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INSOMNIA
summary: in which felix finds out about your disorder and tries his best to help you.
warnings: insomnia disorder, stress? nothing but fluff.
(pls he’s so cute).
you twist and turn, letting out a frustrated sigh as you can’t find any sleep in your system.
thoughts of the upcoming week takes up your mind, causing your mind to run wild. although the room was quiet, only filled with your boyfriend’s quiet snores, you still couldn’t sleep.
you squeeze your eyes shut, blocking every thought, trying to block every thought.
you tried focusing on the silence and on your boyfriend’s breathing.
when that didn’t work, you turned your head to look at the peaceful man sleeping next to you.
counting his freckles. still can’t sleep.
outlining his lips with your eye. still can’t sleep.
as you sit up to go to the bathroom, you pause.
“love?” a deep and raspy voice calls out.
“can’t sleep again?” felix asks, his smooth voice distracting your thoughts.
you hum, guilty for waking him up.
“c’mere.” your boyfriend mumbles, pulling you in by your waist, colliding your body against his bare torso.
“sorry for waking you up,” you mumble, rubbing your eye.
“don’t apologise. i’m glad i woke up. do you want me to sing for you, read, run you a bath?” he lists, rubbing his hand against your arm, soothing you.
“just want you to hold me.” your words came out muffled, but he understood, smiling widely, his fangs showing.
“of course, love.”
and that’s what you did, felix held you close, holding your head against his chest, stroking your hair until he heard soft snores coming from you.
“i adore you,”
he kissed your nose and then your head, waiting a few more minutes before falling asleep himself.
short but cute
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 2 months
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ADHD & Sleep
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Future ADHD
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gyusimp · 1 year
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°•I wanna be yours•° (Nsfw)
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⚠️ Fem reader | Minors DNI | Canon Gyutaro | Masturbation | Smut content
A little one-shot cause i can't sleep (and i was feeling a bit horny lmao) also, i'm already on vacation! 🎉
It had been a very tiring and busy day in the Kyogoku house today, your job was not to sleep with the men who visited the District, you were the one in charge of helping all the courtesans with their appearance. You were someone skilled with your hands so as soon as Warabihime found out about your existence and the work of art that you could do on her face, she hired you exclusively to work in her house.
You had walked from top to bottom, putting makeup on all the girls and helping them fix their wardrobe, not to mention that you had to take care of what Warabihime needed as well. After you became so close to her brother and vowed to keep that precious secret, you became one of the few people she allowed to be close to her.
You were allowed to go to your room and rest for the rest of the night while someone else took care of keeping things in order in the house. The first thing you did was lie down directly on the futon in the middle of the room, facing the window. You felt the need to do this all day long for some reason, maybe because of where you worked? Who knows, but specifically today you felt very horny. You tried to do it quickly in a short break during the day but it would not be as satisfying so you decided to wait until you were completely free from your chores to de-stress yourself completely.
You didn't wait another minute to settle on the futon and flex your knees while you loosened the obi from your body to remove it completely and throw it on the floor next to you, you settled on the pillows and prepared to spread your legs. You weren't in the mood for a little foreplay or something like that, you were already very wet for a couple of hours ago and you could feel your core throbbing under your panties, demanding a little attention. You opened your flowery kimono and took off your panties in one go to open your legs and start playing with your pussy.
Your cunt made wet sounds as soon as you began to touch your folds, felt your fingers calming that need that you felt throughout the day was priceless. You began to move your hips in a circular way against your hand so that the friction was more provocative, the rooms close to yours were occupied by clients and courtesans so no one would notice your desperate moans coming from your room during your little love session. One of your hands went to one of your bare tits, you took your hard nipple between your fingers to pinch it and play with it while you squeezed the rest of your breast with your whole hand.
Meanwhile, your other hand wouldn't leave your wet and slippery pussy. You plunged your finger into your core, running your touch up and down your wet slit, you couldn't help but lean your head back and moan shamelessly as you felt your fingers rubbing and squeezing your clit over and over again in different ways, you opened your labia and that gave you better access to explore every corner of your tight little cunt as you wanted. You knew your favorite spots and those spots would be where you would rub your fingers with more intensity making your legs tremble, your back arch and your needy moans and gasps non-stop as you felt your open pussy drool from your touch more and more. The moonlight was directly above you, the window was right in front of you so the last thing you saw before squeezing your eyes shut and accelerating the speed of your fingers in your pussy was the sky full of stars and the full moon.
Your juices made your pussy sounds in a lewd way  every time you plunged your fingers into your hole but still this sensation was not enough. You took your hand away from your tit for a while and took it over your pussy while moving your hips. While the fingers of one hand filled your wet hole, those of the other hand parted your folds to knead and rub your sensitive clit, creating a familiar sensation in your tummy. Your hands moved faster to bring you to climax as soon as possible, your head tilted back and you spread your legs wide. You could imagine how abundant this orgasm would be and imagining your pretty fingers covered in your juices turned you on even more.
"Ah-Aahh...fuck...Aaahhh-aahh!!" A loud moan came out of your mouth just as you were about to cum.
You wouldn't miss your orgasm so you immediately raised your head and opened your eyes but what caught your attention was something else.
Gyutaro was at the window, staring at you with the most perverted smile you've ever seen on his face. Seeing him made you jump and caused your horniness to disappear. You quickly took your fingers out of your pussy and closed your legs to regain your composure but it was in vain, he had seen it all.
Since when was he here? He didn't even make a sound when he came so you didn't notice his presence.
Gyutaro entered the room and loomed over you in an intimidating way. Then, he started laughing loudly and mockingly.
"You're pathetic! So fucking pathetic!!" He said, still laughing. "Do you really do these dirty things when I'm not around? That pathetic little pussy is so needy even though I'm not around?"
Your face was hot and blushed with embarrassment, you've never been caught doing these things before so you actually felt very embarrassed. The first thing Gyutaro saw when he leaned out of your window were your legs wide open, you weren't wearing underwear so he had a perfect view of your open and naked pussy with your fingers rubbing every part of your folds as well as having heard your desperate moans . That immediately turned him on and caused a big tent to pop out of his pants.
"But don't worry, I can take care of that…like I always do." Gyutaro took your shoulders and undid your kimono completely, leaving you naked under him at his mercy. He took your knees and placed them on his shoulders, spread your legs wide for him again and reveled in looking right into your pussy. His long finger ran through your entire clit making you tremble and after his finger was bathed in your juices he took it to his mouth to taste you.
"Now you'll know what it's like to feel truly good, my little slut..." Gyutaro didn't wait another second and lowered his pants to line up at your entrance and enter your hole in one motion, causing you to almost scream with pleasure as soon as he started thrusting into you and rubbing the rest of your pussy with his fingers, just the way you like it.
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mothseatinghumanflesh · 8 months
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