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[mercyk1ll3r]

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[paleteroboi]

[sushizushi6]

[satones]

i cant stand the nickname gumi anymore bro ngl 💔🥹

[mercyk1ll3r]

i fucking love it when men crossdress, might have to subject toby to my perversions…

[hijkio]

Gojo’s fridge, 2006 & 2018

[unkindstone]

[queasier]

cw: NONCON + rough handling + cumplay

Choso didn't plan on crying when he forced himself onto you. If anything, he figured you'd be the one in tears, clawing at him and begging him with wide, teary eyes to please, Choso, stop.

But you won't even look at him.

He hates it. He hates it. Your ignoring him is the reason you're in this position in the first place, and you aren't doing what you're supposed to. Why aren't you crying? Why won't you scratch and kick and claw at him until he bleeds? Why is he here, forcing him inside of your rejectingly tight body, with tears running down his cheeks?

He sniffles, aimlessly wiping his cheek on his shoulder where wet stains bloom. His hair falls into his face as he looks down at you, listless beneath him, and grabs your face in his left hand. Your cheeks smush between his fingers as he forces your gaze up and onto him.

“Please,” he begs, like he’s not the one in unquestionable control. “Please please just look at me. Why won’t you look at me?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, but realise your mistake in doing so when Choso slaps you across the face. Your cheek stings enough to well tears up in your eyes, which you try desperately to blink away. You won't give him the satisfaction.

"I don't..." he sniffles, his lip wobbling. "I don't want to hurt you. This could have been so good for you, you know? I wanted to be gentle, and... and make you feel loved."

"I hate you."

"Don't say that." He's still crying, all red-eyed and snotty, but his jaw clenches too. He thrusts sharply into you, making you cry out and gawk, and speaks through teeth that are clenched so tight they might crack. "You love me. You're soaking wet, can't you hear it? You're just..." he lowers his voice, "...being a bitch. And I'm sorry for calling you that, baby, but it's true. I love you."

"No you don't." You don't know why you're arguing with him — you should back down, power off. He doesn't deserve the fight, or the tears, or a single lick of emotional response from you. Still, you argue. "You're sick in the head, Choso."

Choso takes your face in his hand again, lowering his head down to press his forehead against yours. His breath is searing hot against your mouth as he practically growls his words. "I love you. I'm trying to make this good for you. Just let me make you feel good."

"Stop," you exhale. He snakes a hand down your body and starts rubbing rhythmic circles over your clit. They're messy and harsh and not exactly in the right spot, but a bloom of pleasure in something so mean is... nice.

No — not nice. Why would you think that? This is bad, and you feel sick, and there's nothing nice about what Choso is doing to you. The stretch of his cock inside of you, the drag and pull of his thrusts, and the clumsy ministrations of his fingers over your clit is just physical sensation. Nothing more.

"There you go," you hear him coo, and look up to see he's smiling down at you all teary-eyed like he's a proud fucking father. "You're moaning. You like that?"

You were? You shake your head, but Choso ignores it and continues on. Now that he's drawing slivers of pleasure out of you, he seems to double down. This thrusts quicken, hips pressing into yours with each stroke of his cock deep inside of you. You gasp as the air is practically forced out of your lungs, and scramble at Choso for purchase.

It almost looks like you're holding onto him. Nails digging into his arms, sounds of something close to need dripping from your mouth.

"God I love you," he chokes on another sob, overwhelmed with just how good you feel wrapped around him. He can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you, fuck you full every night and fuck it all back into you come morning. You'll learn to love it, just like you are now. "I love you so much. Tell me you love me."

You press your lips together.

"Tell me you love me." His hips buck forward, fingers work faster on your clit until your back is arching up off the bed and you're choking on your own sounds. When you still don't sing for him, Choso presses his entire weight down on top of you, smushing his cheek against yours and whispering into your ear. "I'll make it worse if you don't. I'll fuck your ass."

Your muscles tense at the thought. You ignore the curling in your stomach as you bite your words out, "I love you."

"I love you too," he moans, pulling back to kiss your cheek. "Tell me you feel good. That you're not mad at me."

You blink. "I'm not mad. I... I feel good."

"I know you do," he smiles, peppering your contorted face in kisses. "I can feel you getting tighter. You're gonna cum on my cock, aren't you baby? I'm so happy you like it."

His words nauseate you, but he's not wrong — you can feel yourself teetering on that vile edge. You've never wanted something so little and so much at the same time. Will it negate what he's done if you let go?

Your orgasm washes over you slowly, builds up with each roll of his hips, and soon enough; you're a mess of moans as you cum around his dick. He pulses inside of you, obviously spurred on by your pleasure, but pulls out before he can spill himself.

You almost miss the stretch; the sudden emptiness in your cunt jarring after being kept so full for so long. He was warm, and strong, and a grounding weight on top of you despite him being the reason you needed grounding.

You stop yourself from whining as he climbs up and presses his cock against your face.

"Sorry," he grunts, jerking himself off as he smears his leaking tip against your lips. "I know facials are degrading. I promise I'll never do it again, I've just thought about it for so long... wanna see my cum all over your pretty face. God, you're so pretty."

With a choked moan, and another sniffle of tears from him, Choso shoots his load all over your face. It gets in your hair, all over your lips and cheeks — even up your fucking nose. You barely have a second to react before he's bucking his hips forward and smearing his mess all over your face with the tip of his cock.

"Choso..."

"I know," he coos. "'M sorry. Really. I'll clean it up."

And clean it up he does. He leans down, presses a sloppy kiss to your still lips, and then gets to work. Choso drags his tongue all over your mouth, cheeks, forehead, nose, until you're not only a mess of smeared cum, but of spit as well.

Once he's collected what he can, he rears back and forces your mouth open with two prying fingers. Hooks them over your teeth and holds your jaw open so that you can't bite down, and spits his load into your mouth.

"Don't swallow," he orders, pressing your mouth closed and moving to lay down beside your stiff body. "Just hold it for a bit. Want you to taste me."

You almost laugh, and then almost cry. You'd have to drink bleach to get rid of the taste in your mouth.

[nic0altine-sh0ts]

Run rabbit run!

[pipshinwhatever]

logging onto tumblr like heyyy i'm thinking about the same character i've spent the past few weeks thinking about. no change here. just wanted to let yall know

[ytumamatambien2001]

ooh so you like my blog? name five of my fetishes

[suckmycandyflavoredass]

I’m ovulating, it’s your problem now.

[yuriinullification]

lovejob from a girl with a huge heart

[nic0altine-sh0ts]

based on a fav artist of mine ideas to the ark sound like a church lol "welcome to st ark church" here we have father thomas as the head priest and father wright as the confessor

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Last thot of the night.

The concept of Best-friend! Tim spending the night and you having a wet dream about him.

You two are sleeping side by side because it’s storming and you’re scared, asking him to stay here instead of the couch. He’s slipping in and out of consciousness, about to knock out completely- when he hears you gasp.

At first, he thinks you’re just stretching or something. However, you don’t go quiet after that. If anything, you progressively get louder.

Your thighs twitch together under the sheets, lips parting to let out the neediest whine. Your brows pinch up slightly, and you nuzzle into the pillow.

He’s tunnel visioned the entire time.

Focused on the little changes in your expression, heat curling in his stomach when your night gown refuses to stay in place. He feels guilty. It’s not like you could choose what you dreamt about or how you reacted. It was shameful for him to be getting off to the sounds you made.

That same turmoil starts eating him alive when you roll over. Now on your side, your leg thrown across his lap, your cunt is snug against the side of his thigh. You’re moaning into his shoulder, your hand balled against his chest.

It doesn’t help that you’re literally rutting into him either. His boxers ride up, and he can feel how wet you are, the thin fabric of your underwear soaked through. He’s frozen on the spot, cock throbbing on his thigh. And his eyes nearly bulge out of his head when the next thing you moan is his name.

He should be a good friend. He should wake you up and lie. Tell you that you were just having a nightmare, save you the embarrassment and move on.

But his selfishness wins.

Tim maneuvers you on top of him, making you straddle his hips. You want him, you want him bad enough to hump him in your sleep. At least that’s how he justifies it.

Your face is buried in his neck, your body rocking back and forth. Clumsy grinding, with your folds slotting over his length. Even through the layers, it’s enough, and his head tips back, mind hazy.

“Fuck.” He grunts, palms settling on your waist. His gaze is half lidded when he starts rocking up into you. The bedroom temperature spikes, and nothing but quiet pants fill the air. The pleasure is muted, prolonged- having him dribble pre against his stomach.

The bed squeaks a bit, his feet planting on the mattress for more leverage. Somewhere along the way, your panties had slipped to the side, and the second he thrusts, his cockhead nudges inside by an inch. The fabric of his boxers stretch, drenched in your mixed arousal as he bounces you a bit.

He’s fucking you with just the tip, feeling your pussy through the cotton. It’s too good to stop, and his breathing grows shallow. The squelching is obvious, lewd enough to make him twitch. He pulls out after a minute, reaching down blindly to free his cock before lining up with your cunt once more.

The satisfied groan that leaves him when he sinks inside balls deep rumbles in his chest. Eyes rolling back then scrunching shut. You blink drowsily two thrusts in, slurring. “Mm, Tim?” The sensations catch up to you only a moment later, and you arch sharply, mewling.

The stimulation up till this point crashes into you all at once, and you clamp around him, lips forming an ‘O.

You rock against his base desperately, limbs still heavy with sleep. The coil snaps, and you writhe over him, jolting as you cum. Tim bucks once, twice, his teeth grit. “Hah- shit. Sorry, baby.” He fills you to brim, gluey-white spend leaking out of your pussy. You swallow thickly. Dragging your head up and molding your lips together.

His fingers are digging into your waist, rough as you whine into his mouth. The friction on your clit makes you squirm, your slick gathering at his hilt, dripping down his balls. It’s disgustingly messy, and he snaps his hips into you.

The drag of his cock is so addictive it makes your brain melt. Heavy inside your tunnel, stretching you with each thrust. You claw at his shoulders, drooling while he pumps in and out. Sticky plaps bounce off the walls, entwining with your breathy moans and Tim’s low grunts—

Because is he really your best friend if he doesn’t help you out when you need it most?

[leatherdykez]

THE//PROFESSIONAL//VICTIM

[erotomanicpixiedreamgirl]

i need that catholic guilt dick