Found this adorable picrew today, so let's play! 😁
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Tagging: @wyvernslovecake @averysmolbear @hangeslefteye @chaotic-on-main @humanitys-strongest-bamf @mrsackxrman @youre-ackermine @oxygenbefore1775 and anyone who wants to join as well! :)
Found this adorable picrew today, so let's play! 😁
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Tagging: @wyvernslovecake @averysmolbear @hangeslefteye @chaotic-on-main @humanitys-strongest-bamf @mrsackxrman @youre-ackermine @oxygenbefore1775 and anyone who wants to join as well! :)
Thanks for the tag Sky @chaotic-on-main & Sailor my Bestie @sixpennydame 🫶
Zen @luvjiro I'm the killer too lmao!! Let's make a crossover 🪓
Also, new haircut ✂️
I love the maze in this movie!
Tagging but no pressure @the-milk-anon @this-is-krikkit @dont-f-with-moogles @wanderlustqueen-writes @yourmotherstrashmouth @theferricfox @happybird16 @hangeslefteye & anyone who'd like to join!!
happy new year! i have had serious burnout for 50+ days because 2022 was a horrible time for me mentally (esp those last two months.)
anyway, thanks for 1k!!! here’s the birthday girl maki zenin fucking you for well over 1.5k words! (+ soft aftercare) 🎊
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.
cw: lesbian tings, strap-ons, overstimulation, size kink, squirting, begging, maki is called “mommy” and “mistress”, crying, praise kink.
“maki, ‘t won’t fit—”
god - you sound so utterly broken, tears pricking the corner of you eyes as you watches the head of maki’s strap nudge your pussy’s entrance. it’s the thick kind - a bit bigger than the ones you’ve taken before.
her pretty lips are curved up into a delightful and utterly sadistic smile, dark green hair stuck to her face - you’d think her an angel if she wasn’t being so utterly sinful.
her scarred muscles lock you down under her - voice lilting into soft compliments that you can barely understand. your brain is effectively mush.
“t-too big ‘ki!”
“doing so good for me, baby. you can take it, can’t you? can you be a good girl for your mistress? don’t i always know what my baby can take, hm?” she’s smiling and watches you with half-lidded eyes; predator-like.
“yes, b’t…” you whimper out a cry.
“sshhh. don’t use that pretty brain to think. just let me in.”
lust and need burning into her every vein - she watches the rubbery cock slide between your core’s chubby lips, lines of slick rolling up and down as she grinds it over your clit.
fuck - a growl barely holds itself back from her throat as she takes it in - the sweetest, prettiest cunt - a tight hole made just for her to use and stretch.
you’re so good and pliant - simultaneously begging maki to let out all of her bottled rage and pain into you but m e w l i n g at the overstimulation of when she actually does - lips babbling and begging her not to out of instinct because it’s too good, and she’s so strong.
maki’d never actually do anything bad to you - she’s not her family - she’d stop the second you really wanted - the second your special word passed your lip. she knows it. you both know it.
but god does she love this little game of pretend.
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“c’mon…” the swollen tip of the strapped toy edges ever so slightly onto your entrance and it’s enough to make a pathetic noise ascend through your throat.
“you can do it for me, princess… we can make it fit. just open up for me.”
you’re squirming and shivering; clit swollen and fingertips digging into her shoulders and back with utter desperation because you -
“can’t! maki - i can’t - ‘t buuurrnss.” it’s a disgustingly desperate sob as the head of the cock slips into your plump, sobbing lower lips. it really does burn - a stretch that is tightening knots in your stomach.
“oh baby, are you crying? and your little pussy is too..”
“n-no!” you lie, squelching pussy drooling.
“yes it is, angel. listen to how wet that it is for your mistress and you haven’t even taken the first inch…” her steady, loving voice teases and your face is flushed with an equally burning sense of embarrassment, unable to do anything but feel the aching stretch of the artificial cock as it burrows just another inch deeper.
and another. and another. and another - holy hell you’re so wet you barely feel it anymore - inching into you, little by little pushing past your glistening folds until the fat head of maki’s cock nudges against the deepest, most sensitive spot in your walls.
by the time a third of the big toy has bullied its way into you, maki’s slender hands have gone from fondling your breast to massaging your hips, gentle kisses on your face and neck as her green bangs fall forward and tickle your skin.
you look absolutely ruined and she can’t get enough of it.
“maki~”
“kiss mommy’s lips so she can sink into you nice and deep, baby.” she whispers, tone sweet and calm as if she’s not splitting you open with so much pressure against your chubby little cunt you feel she might rip you in two.
her lips slot against yours - her svelte hips lowering halfway into you as she swallows your broken moans. she takes sadistic delight in how you just can’t. stop. fucking. whining. the second her mouth pulls away.
“no- mistress, can’t- mistress!“ your marked throat chokes on a moan, trying to grab onto your pretty domme’s biceps in a wordless plea to slow down because you can’t handle it.
maki forces the rest into you like an animal, fucking down into your sopping pussy as those wet gasps and pretty sobs ring in her ears.
finally feeling full seems to flip a switch inside you, aided and abetted by your girlfriend’s sweet praises.
“you can take it. you did it, see! you did so good taking it all for me. such a good girl. doesn’t it feel so good, sweetheart? being stretched just how you like, hmm?”
she says, soothing her hands over your stomach to reassure you that she’s still there - hazel eyes mesmerized by the subtle bulge of the outline of the cock.
“you have the most perfect stretched little pussy, angel.” thin fingers press on the little bulge and you erupt.
“momMY!” you WAIL, torn between the throbbing pain in your tummy and the pleasure that wracks your body. you want to convulse and jolt but you can’t.
“i g’tta move, mommy!”
cursed with such enhanced strength maki’s taken to fully pinning you down - body unmoving - buried completely inside your cunt. you make a noise of utter shame as the thick head kisses your g-spot, wet juices pouring around it with an audible squelch.
this always happens and maki can’t help but let out a light giggle.
even during prep you’re so overwhelmed - squirming away until whatever cock or toy or pair of fingers she has inside you pops free from your spongy walls and you're left spasming and clenching around nothing.
“you’re so cute, baby.” she punctuates the affirmation with a kiss too your pouting lips. “but mommy’s not going to let you escape this time - not after all that effort getting it inside - you know better than that.~”
legs far too restricted to kick her away and hands attached to her shoulder like claws, you just have to feel.
and you feel like you’re floating.
she rolls her hips slowly, listening to the filthy ‘shlick, shlick, shlick’ that your poor pussy makes whenever she slides in and out and the desperate shuffle of strap fabric against the skin of your hipbones. your inner thighs are trembling, skin glossy with wetness and clit standing out between his lips, flushed and neglected.
the dam inside you feels like it’s going to burst with every passing second - maki’s pace may be slow and full of praise but it is brutal inside your pussy pressing and pressing and pressing - god why can’t she stop!
“fuuuck!” “mommy, wait- m’gonna pe e-“ “please , mommy, mistresssss” “haah maki - maki lemme move!!” “don’ wanna stop but jus’- aahn!” “w-want a second - just a second or i’ll - mistress please! don’wanna pee myself!”
your folds deliciously flutter as maki watches herself slide in and out of your hole.
“just let it happen, my angel.” her thumbs goes over your poor, twitching clit and you cry out at the drag of the thick cock in combination with the stimulation of the naked bud. wetness spurts and sprays across her chiseled abdomen but your fucked-out mind doesn’t notice the mess you’ve made between your thighs until maki pulls out and something wet splashes against your stomach.
and it happens again and again and again.
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you sob and sob, still shaking while she stands and undoes straps that tied her to the rubber extension. she sits by you, golden eyes filled with softness and adoration as she rubs your face and massages your thighs.
all signs of the mistress who was greedy for your overstimulation are completely gone. what remains is your girlfriend - ever concerned and constantly proud.
“hey. hey, look at me.” she gives a smile. “you did so good for me, babe. did i go too far? was it really too much?”
you mumble, shaking your head as you squeeze whatever clean parts of the bed you can find. she chuckles - god, it’s nice to hear her laugh at something that isn’t painful or dominant.
“can’t quite hear you with your face in the pillow like that, sweetheart.” her fingers lead your chin so you meet her gaze. there are still the remnants of fat tears down your cheeks.
“wasn’t too much… i made a big mess.” your face heats up in partial embarrassment (and also because she’s mind-boggling pretty, even scratched and sweaty).
“ i can get more bed sheets. can’t get another you, babe. you just relax.” maki smiles and pulls you into her embrace.
“it was great, baby. it’s a good mess. i’m so proud you squirted for me. you took it all so well - didn’t even need to say our word.”
“yeah?” you poke your head up more, heart fluttering because the greatest woman alive is proud of you.
“yeah. you don’t even have to speak. let’s just get you cleaned up.”
“can’t feel m’legs.”
“i know.” she lets out a light laugh and just as soon as the sound leaves her lips, you’re cradled into her arms like a bride, head hidden in her breasts. you mumble again, more audibly this time.
“did i help you feel better?”
she pauses and your name stutters out of her lips - fuck, you’re so considerate. taking all of that just so she could feel a bit of stress relief from a usually cruel, uncaring world. with practically no effort, she readjusts you so her eyes meet your teary ones.
“oh, princess. i feel better than ever. you were so amazing. next time you can use me for stress relief instead, okay?”
that stirs you into instantly heating up again as she walks both of your beautiful, naked bodies to the shower.
Reblog if you hate picrews with no dark skin options (yes even the ones where the shade of white is even a little darker, and yes ashy tones too bc there SUPER annoying, and the ones with no curly or protective hair like braids)
if you’ve been following along on my bunny updates &/or sent me encouraging asks/messages, i sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart.
unfortunately, my bunny is very sick — more sick than anyone ever expected — and the hefty vet bill is quite a lot for me to take on. to avoid making this post too long, here’s a simple summary of what’s up: my bunny has a concerningly low red blood cell count, overgrown teeth (that’s affecting her eating), poor gut health, and potential long-term kidney issues.
today’s vet visit cost us $401. to put it simply, it’s a considerable amount that my family and i are struggling to afford.
i’ve never really talked about it, but i opened a ko-fi page some time ago. if you like my writing &/or my blog, and wish to help me, my bunny, and my family, please consider supporting me on ko-fi. any awareness and amount goes a long way! (feel free to ask about other modes of payment, too.)
reblogs are greatly appreciated. thank you so much for reading if you did, and i hope that you and your loved ones will always be healthy.
How many people’s most beloved childhood stuffed animals are actually teddy bears, like I feel like that’s a thing someone made up. Reblog this and put what your longest owned and/or favorite stuffed animal as a child was in the tags, inquiring minds want to know
I’ve seen this circulating forever and genuinely thought “no way do I have any of them following me” until this week when it turned out I had all these fuckin “MAP” (pedophile) followers sad to find out I’m an “anti” (normal person)
Please leave and also please get guinea worm.
And don’t send me messages about how you want to knock up your teenage daughter. I don’t care which state you’re in or what the age of consent is - if she’s under 18 or you helped create her, there’s the door.
Reblog if no matter if you have 50,000 or 50 followers, you appreciate every single one. Reblog if you appreciate the messages you get, whether it's 100 or 1. Reblog if a little smile comes across your face everytime you see a new follower or message. Reblog if even though most of us aren't tumblr famous, we appreciate the little things.
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