I've been drawing a lot since the exams are getting near again, so you might just be having yet another one of these in a bit, but here's some more yandere-ish hair touching stuff for you (this time with a couple of muses) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
To every person who has put smut in the fluff tags, I wish you every inconvenience possible. I hope your spoon falls into your soup. I hope your plastic straw has a hole in the side so you can’t use it properly after a while. I hope the next time you buy shoes, they end up being different sizes and no returns. I hope all your tires lose air pressure when you’re late. I hope you wake up and your phone didn’t charge. I hope your shoes squeak embarrassingly loud even when they aren’t wet. I hope the barista gets your drink wrong. I hope your dad comes home without the milk.
I mean seriously. I shouldn’t have to spend 10 minutes scrolling through the FLUFF TAG to actually find fluff fics. Take your porn elsewhere
cw/tw :: restraints, handjob, multiple orgasms, crying, reader was mean before, praise, pet names (angel, love, baby, pretty boy.), overstim, sub space?
satoru was so, so pretty at the moment. hands tied to the headboard, his silky white hair all messy, his beautiful blue eyes glossy from the tears he spilled, his skin glistening with his own sweat alongside the red marks you’ve left on him. his cock was still twitchy and covered with his own cum from earlier. you’ve been abusing that pretty cock of his for so long that you almost felt bad.
“i can’t- no more…” he mumbled between sobs, continuing until his cries filled the dimly lit room. “just one more, you can do that, right?” you cooed into his ear, giving it a soft kiss.
‘one more’ you’ve said that for so many times, but you really promised this is the last. “nooo… i can’t… no more…” he cries, letting his head rest onto the headboard. “i promise this is the last, okay, angel?”
satoru hesitantly gives you a weak nod. you smile at him, your finger slowly making its way to his length. he lets out a yelp as he jolts at your warm touch.
your fingers slowly stroked his cock, using the cum from his past orgasms as lube. “mmh… ah! ah! hurts…” he arms slightly pulls on the restraints as he squirms. you still continue to pump up and down on his cock.
you simply press a kiss on his forehead as a response, your pace is slow and steady, making sure not to hurt him more. all he could do is continue to sob at your touch.
“doing so good for me, love. you can do it, c’mon.” you softly assured into his ear, kissing his tears away, letting the salty taste linger in your mouth. he nods weakly once more, letting you continue to pump his pretty cock.
this felt so nice, yet it hurt so much. the sudden soft treatment you gave him after all the degradation and harsh treatments from earlier brought tears in his eyes. he was still tugging at his restraints, whimpering and squirming. “this hurts right, baby? it’ll be over soon, i promise.”
you fastened your pace, making moans spill out of his mouth. he kept his head down as he fixated on your hand pumping his length. satoru lets out sharp exhale as his body starts to tense up.
his legs were kicking, maybe trying to push you away, but he was too weak to actually do anything. you kept whispering praises and reassurance into his ears, calling him such a good boy, and telling him just how obedient he was.
he lets out a loud sob, tugging on the restraints more and more, with tears falling from his eyes more and more. his legs continue to shake. he clenches his jaw and mumbles incoherent words under your touch. his back starting to arch just like before.
his body continued to tremble, and he finally looked up at you with pleading eyes. “ahn- ah, ah-! i think i’m gonna-!” he cries, cheeks growing redder. “it’s okay baby, you can cum, you can do it.” you reassured him once more, gently letting your fingers run through his hair as you do so.
he lets out a sluggish groan as he weakly orgasms once more into your hand. feeling his warm cum all over your hand once again. satoru’s body starts to relax after letting it all out, falling back and laying himself onto the headboard. you pull away, showering him with kisses right after. “good boy, toru. you did well, you did well.” you praise.
you made your way to his restraints to let them off, freeing him. he falls flat on the bed. seeing all of the scratch and bite marks on his body, you felt a small feeling of accomplishment.
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.
SO I WISHED FOR AN IMAC THE LAST TIME I DID THIS AND A WEEK LATER MY MOM SURPRISED ME WITH AN IMAC. HONESTLY SHE DIDNT EVEN KNOW I WANTED ONE, I DIDNT TELL ANYONE, IT WAS AN EARLY XMAS PRESENT. Wow this works
“In my youth,” reminisced the old man, scratching his beard thoughtfully, “I was quite the quirked up white boy. No one in the village could best me at busting it down sexual style.”
“And were you goated, sir?” the young boy queried.
“My dear boy, I most certainly was!” The old man chuckled, a merry twinkle in his eye. “With the sauce, I daresay.”
Me seeing this for the 14th time in my 5 years on tumblr and seeing more notes and comments but still reblogging it since it’s literally a World Heritage Post
The way OP abstracted it makes it sound weird, but this is the normal, expected behavior.
Think about it: if you have a friend with photosensitive epilepsy or migraines, you generally warn them about flashing lights. Same goes for your friend in recovery with alcohol. Same goes for your friend with sensory processing issues with loudness. (In some of these cases it would happen as part of the planning process, not when you're about to walk through the door.)
"Bunch of us are going to Sammy's this weekend, do you want to come? Just so you know, people will be drinking."
This is not weird.
"It's going to be loud in here, you might want to put in your ear plugs"
This is not weird.
Content warnings are an accessibility feature. That most people already do in many daily situations. ("Just so you know, your ex is going to be there", "Do you want to watch this movie with me, Just so you know it gets kinda heavy")
Notes: gn/dom reader, light hearted first times, signora bein' soft, mentions of grinding, virgin signora 'cus I love sexy virgin women :]
Signora surprised you today for your birthday. It wasn't just the presents and the romantic dinner, but she also offered up herself to you. After a year of being together, Signora felt ready to give you a much more precious gift you could never find anywhere else.
She straddled you, clad in her underwear which was black lace. You look amused which startles Signora.
"What's so funny?" She demands.
"Is this new?" You run your fingers down the strap of her bra.
"No. I wear this for only special occasions...like this." She does her best to seem coy, batting her lashes as she rubs your bare shoulders.
"Ah, so is the tag part of the appeal?" You rip off the tag and reveal it to her. Although you laugh light-heartedly, her face lights up red.
"I! You! Oh..." She huffs as her lie has been caught. She sits up straight and crosses her arms. Her sharp eyes burning holes in you. "Fine! I-I never done this before, satisfied?"
Your laughter dies out as you realize her feelings. You also sit up, reaching out gently to rub her arms, hoping to warm up her cold expression.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with that. I-I was just trying to be funny, I'm sorry." You're relieved that she allows you to undo her crossed arms and wrap your own around her. She merely grumbles in your ear. "But you know, lovely, I would have like to know this is your first time. I'd like to have made it special."
"It is special. It's your birthday, just accept this – me." She unravels herself from your arms to lean back, trying her best to show off her body in a way you might find sexy. Which you did.
You smile at her, innocently at first, but your eyes darken a little as ideas come to your head.
"Okay, my gift?" Your feign deep thought, closing your eyes and humming. "Have you at least ever touched yourself?"
Signora once again flushes red. Her eyes widen. "I, well, somewhat."
You raise your brow. "Somewhat?" You put your hands on her hips to pull her closer. She gasps and tries to hide her embarrassment. "Does that mean you've never climaxed?"
You get your answer as Signora huffs and crosses her arms again, but the sharp expression doesn't show. She shakes her head. "It never felt that good."
You pout, but your body reacts. The image of Signora, probably right out of a hot shower, in her pretty nightgown all bunched up on her hips as she sticks her hand down her underwear. Her expression so focused and flushed. Perhaps she'd say your name in her low voice, frustrated with herself.
You shiver at the thought. "Can you touch yourself for me?"
Signora opens her mouth, a little shocked, but she presses her lips together and nods. It's your gift, she reminds herself, she can at least try.
She slowly slides her hand down her stomach to the band of her underwear. She sticks her fingers beneath it. The sight of her pussy and fingers is obscured by the black lace, but you can tell she's trying to rub herself up and down. Her eyes narrow as she tries to get a rythmn.
"What do you usually touch first?"
Signora scoffs. "Am I being interrogated on my own body?"
"I'm only trying to help, sweetheart, now can I look?"
Signora glares at you but complies. You slide the fabric over the folds of her cunt. Her body twitches as your fingers graze it. She watches you stare.
"Continue."
Signora runs her finger down her folds then dives between them. She goes straight for her clit, trying her best to tease it. She releases a few sighs, but what she's doing gets her no moans.
"Ah, you don't know what doing, hm?"
You grasp her wrist and bring her fingers to your mouth. She gasps as you suck her fingers, curling your tongue around them. Once you feel they're wet enough, you release them with a pop.
"It's best to have wet fingers, with lube or from your own body."
You place her fingers back onto her cunt. She seems a little more hesitant to start again. You rub her thigh.
"Don't go straight into it, start gentle." You help by guiding her hand, bringing her hand to rub over her folds. Her finger gently pull them back until you can see her pretty pink insides.
She does as shes told. Her finger ghosting around her clit. Her other hand supports herself on your thigh. Her nails, once or twice, crawl on your skin causing you to shiver. As much as you adored that, you had other plans.
You gently grab her breast, squeezing the squishy mound before sliding the bra over her breasts, your pointer and thumb latch around her nipple. Her body jolts, effectively grinding against your heat which elicits a sharp gasp from you.
"Did that feel nice? Could you do that to yourself for me?" You ask politely, the smile Signora fell for plastered on your face so she'd be weak.
It's not exactly surprising to see her so subdued, alone together she had an innocent maiden side, but you expected her to be a little more demanding in a situation like this. Either way, you love what you see. Signora with her blond curls waving down her shoulders, her fair complexion ruddy and eyes so focused on her own pleasure, pinching her nipples and teasing her clit; she's a sight to behold.
Signora huffs, her eyes fluttering close. "It feels better when you do it," she grumbles, trying to match the way you played her with nipples.
You're tempted to touch her, a sweet dessert, but seeing her try to unravel herself in front of you is much more entertaining. Perhaps you would in a few more minutes...
Her legs shudder as she massages her clit in time with her pinch to her nipple. She rises up to shift a little and you can how slick she is. She's pretty much dripping onto you. Your chuckle catches her attention.
"Wet your fingers, this time with your own pussy."
Signora stubbornly leaves her clit and reaches down to her opening. She seems confident at least with that, sticking her fingers in no problem or hesitation. She slides them in and out a few times, rocking in the process, then slipping out of herself and proceed back to her clit.
You reach over to pull back her folds even more. "It's so beautiful."
Signora quickly slaps away your hand. "Don't be so weird!"
Signora huffs and continues her motions. Her breathing picks up, her body falling to a rhythm as she strokes herself. Her head falls back as she moans.
"If its feeling good, go a little faster."
And she did. She looked rather cute, her face contorting into pleasure and her voice slipping. The way her body moves and jolts makes it hard for you to not reach out and grab her.
"Please..." Signora begs quietly, rubbing her clit harder. You can feel your own sex grow hotter watching her. If she could just grind down a little harder...
"You can keep goin' if you like, or I can take it from here. It's usually better when you edge yourself."
Signora seems to have an inner conflict, her brows knitting together until her fingers slow to a stop. She takes a breath as if she forgotten how to. She opens her eyes, sharp but misty, and leans back. She opens her folds for her throbbing clit to be on show for you.
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