Future Pony and Soda that band together to help out Darry at home after nearly fatal work accident, but start to realize that it wasn't much of an accident at all.

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Future Pony and Soda that band together to help out Darry at home after nearly fatal work accident, but start to realize that it wasn't much of an accident at all.
anyone willing to help my grandmother?
i hate to ask but i genuinely would like to help my grandmother out here. she currently has covid and degenerative scoliosis. she's unable to work and will be short about $200. she needs food and what not. please rb as i provided her cashapp below. please, please, anything helps. i gave $30 as i don't get paid until later this week
c.app: $mimijaye369
Save me with more mafia bunnydoll art
ok but like shikamaru taking you into overstim hell after taking you through edging hell for deciding to be a massive brat and tease when you KNOW hes too busy to get off would be soooo hot lmfao. also i really uh really liked your hc abt maru running his mouth bc oh lord i can see the vision. him somehow managing to string together the most FILTHY sentences while youre laying there unable to do much more than moan and whimper. your legs having given out hours ago and your arms are being pinned down by shadows.
"this is your fault princess, i wouldnt have to punish you like this if you werent being such a bad girl"
anon you're on my same freak-quency
lemme cook real quick--
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Shikamaru had been buried in mission reports and strategy scrolls for hours, the shadow of his lamp stretching long across the floor of his office. You knew better. You knew he was swamped, knew he couldn’t just drop everything to deal with the ache you were deliberately stirring up… and yet you still chose to tease him.
You’d sauntered in wearing that tiny little skirt he likes, “accidentally” bending over right in his line of sight, letting your fingers trail along his shoulders, whispering the most innocent-sounding filth into his ear while he tried to focus. A soft giggle here, a deliberate brush of your ass against his thigh there. Pure, calculated brattiness.
Now you’re paying for it.
You’re sprawled across his bed, hours later, body trembling and slick with sweat. Your legs had given out somewhere around the third denied orgasm, knees buckling uselessly as he dragged you back onto the sheets with lazy ease. Now his shadows coil around your wrists and ankles like living restraints, pinning your arms above your head and spreading your thighs wide open for him. You can’t close them. You can’t hide. You can barely even twitch.
And Shikamaru… he’s barely even breaking a sweat.
He’s between your legs, two fingers buried deep inside your soaked cunt, curling slow and deliberate against that spongy spot that makes your vision white out. His thumb circles your swollen, throbbing clit with maddening patience, never giving you quite enough pressure, never letting you tip over the edge you’ve been chasing for what feels like an eternity.
Every time you get close—so fucking close—he slows down to an agonizing crawl, watching your face with that half-lidded, smug expression.
“Look at you,” he drawls, voice low and rough, the contrast between his lazy tone and the absolute depravity of his words making your stomach flip. “Crying and shaking like a desperate little slut after all that teasing. You were so cocky earlier, princess. Rubbing that pretty pussy against me like you owned me. Now you can’t even form a sentence.”
You try to answer—try to beg, try to curse him—but it comes out as a broken whimper, hips jerking weakly against his hand. The shadows tighten just enough to remind you who’s in control.
He leans down, lips brushing your ear, hot breath sending another shiver down your spine.
“This is your fault, you know,” he murmurs, voice dripping with mock sympathy as he grinds his palm against your clit. “I wouldn’t have to punish you like this if you weren’t being such a bad girl. I told you I was busy. Told you to behave. But no… you just had to be a greedy little brat, didn’t you?”
His fingers pick up speed suddenly, fucking into you with wet, obscene sounds that fill the room. You sob, back arching off the bed as the pleasure crests again—only for him to stop right at the brink, pulling his hand away completely and leaving you clenching around nothing.
A broken, frustrated cry tears from your throat.
Shikamaru chuckles, dark and low, as he watches your pussy flutter and drip onto the sheets.
“Pathetic,” he says almost conversationally, licking his fingers clean while staring down at your wrecked expression. “Look how sloppy you are. Dripping everywhere, making such a mess of my bed. And you still haven’t learned your lesson, have you?”
He presses those same two fingers back in without warning, scissoring you open while his other hand pins your hip down with his shadows.
“You wanted my attention so bad? Fine. You’ve got it. All fucking night if I feel like it. I’m gonna keep you right here, spread open and stupid, until you’re begging me to stop. Until you’re so oversensitive that even breathing on your clit makes you cry.”
He curls his fingers again, hitting that spot with ruthless precision, and your vision sparks.
“Gonna edge you until your brain melts, then fuck you through so many orgasms you forget your own name. Maybe then you’ll think twice before acting like a needy little cocktease when I’m trying to work.”
Your thighs tremble violently in their shadowy restraints, tears slipping down your temples as another devastating wave builds. You’re so far gone you can’t even nod or shake your head—just moan and whimper, body completely at his mercy.
Shikamaru’s smirk widens, lazy and dangerous, as he watches you teeter on the edge once more.
“That’s it, princess. Make those pretty sounds for me. You’re not cumming until I say so… and right now? I’m not feeling very generous.”
He leans in closer, voice dropping into something filthy and velvet-soft:
“So be a good girl and suffer for me a little longer.”
I’m fucking losing it
I NEEEEEED to be put in a mating press while I desperately claw at the sheets because it’s so big and I’m so wet and cumming and maybe crying and… fuck 😵💫
Could you please link to the video you mentioned of Drew going in and out of his trailer?
see i knew someone would ask for it, so i saved the video🙂↕️ drew starkey would NEVER be caught alive in a polo in his private life
lifting the shirt like that???? walking out of the trailer directly to talk to fans??, i’m on my knees