mis tetitas se verían muy bien en tu boca

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mis tetitas se verían muy bien en tu boca
ssssssize difference. size diff, even . size . size difference
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!tengen uzui, dom!reader (no pronouns or anatomy mentioned), anal fingering (m!receiving), degradation, very brief mention of fisting, don't look at me don't look at me don't look at me-
thinkin’ about fingering tengen. he’s bent over the edge of the bed, arms bound in rope behind his back, dick trapped between the mattress and his tummy. your hand smooths over his tender ass, reddened from spankings that still have him dazed and drooling into the sheets. he groans hoarsely when you spread him open and smooth a slicked thumb over his taint, teasing over his rim until he’s squirming impatiently.
your thumb presses in just past your first knuckle, and he curses, cock aching. you tease him with your shortest finger, which slides in with practically no resistance.
"such a slutty body. you suck my fingers in without a problem at all. have you been playing with yourself without me or are you just that much of a whore?" you taunt, and his hole clenches down around your digits as you stuff him full of two fingers.
"fffuck," he groans, magenta eyes rolling back as your fingertips press deliberately against his prostate, hardly having to feel around before you find your mark. you might even know his body better than he does, which says a lot about a man so obsessed with himself. "makin' my brain melt, baby."
"as if you had one to start," you tease, and he would pout if you weren't stretching out his ass, scissoring your fingers to make room for more to stuff in him. you add a third and his jaw goes slack, beginning to mindlessly hump his rigid hardness against the futon.
"ass up. you'll cum from me touching you here or you won't cum at all," you grunt sternly, but he all but ignores you. you deliver a harsh slap to his toned ass that tenses and relaxes with every desperate thrust. he whines, and finally listens, spreading his knees and pushing his ass up into the air. his heavy cock bobs between his muscular thighs, purpling at the tip and dripping pre.
you reward him with a fourth finger, and he feels so full he fears he might tear, but the wet friction of your lubed fingers pumping in and out of him hurts so good. he makes a raspy, kicked-puppylike sound when you remove your fingers to retrieve more lubricant.
"i wonder if i could fit my whole hand in you," you chuckle in a husky tone, pupils blown wide at the sight of your fingers sinking in and out of his pretty hole. his rim stretched out from the four fingers you're mercilessly fucking him with. tengen moans desperately at your words and with a violent shudder, he spills all over the bedsheets.
hii. so I may or may not have discovered that sebmark elevator scene you've written and you've also said that you probably won't finish this. which I totally understand. but. important question. does seb get that kiss? 👀
hi anon!! i havent actually written that far yet… but here’s my notes if u want a peek 🫣
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Whore Home—Masterlist
#1. First Visit
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「 💭 」⠀overstimulating master diluc and cavalry captain kaeya because you simply can't get enough of them!
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Be Her Robot Girlfriend (Part 1)
She was waking up for the day, full of stresses, full of worry. Today was yet another day that she was gonna have to pretend that she was someone that she's not, pretend to be something she's not. Her mind overwhelmed by all of the hardships, all of her intrusive thoughts racing, flashing, one by one in her imagination. The worst of the worst being put on the forefront of her mind, seemingly unable to escape. She broke. She sobbed. She cried out for help. She wanted something, anything, to be able to put her mind at ease, even for just a moment, an... escape. Her partner enters the room and sees her visibly shutting down and wants to do all she can to help her. But, between all of the comforts, the hugs, the cuddles, and the reassurances, it... wasn't enough, she needed more. She needed to not feel. She had one more suggestion. "I want you to rewire me, I want you to fix me. Make me yours in every capacity you can, break me̸ ̶in̵ ̶e̵very wa̸y ̴y̵o̶u̸ ̴c̸a̶n̷.̷" She blurted out, visibly breaking, her voice cracking and digitizing at the end, "TÁ̸̢KE I̵͎̚T Á̸̢L̷͍͐L̴͇͋ AWÄ̶̞Y̶̢͐". The mask was lower than her partner had ever seen it, something that had happened had, truly broken her. She was fractured and needed repair. Urgently wanting to help, her partner went behind her and opened the panel of her neck. Not only were all of the wires a mess, but they were essentially charred. The heat damage from the slowly increasing build up was unlike anything she'd ever, ever seen. It was terrifying. She knew she had to do something. She turned her off in an effort to not destroy what was left of her, wanting to be gentle and take proper care of her beloved, but, also knowing that sometimes the wires aren't fixed so easily, as much as the two of them would like them to be. The panel was, unfortunately, smaller than would be necessary for a complete repair by her alone, but she unplugged and untangled as much as she could, and started the process of trying to power on. It wasn't working. "What do I do?" It wasn't working. "Fuck, it's never taken this long before." It wasn't working- "WHAT THE FUCK DO I EVEN D-" She turned on, but something wasn't right. Rather than her partner seeing her girlfriend, she saw, a void. She saw someone empty of life and mindlessly droning towards the distance, no spark in her eye, no sign of life. She was there, but she wasn't, at the same time. Her partner panicked, didn't know what to do, something was wrong, but what it could be? She, begrudgingly, resulted to the tried-and-true. If nothing else would work, maybe a power cycle could fix things? She turned her off and on again R e b o o t i n g . . . Nothing. Again R e b o o t i n g . . . Nothing. AGAIN R e b o o t i n g . . . NOTHING. AGAIN- R e b o o t C o m p l e t e d . E r r o r L o g : I n t e r n a l S y s t e m s O v e r l o a d . S y s t e m H a r d w a r e R e p a i r I n P r o g r e s s . S t a y P a t i e n t . S t a y C a l m . P l e a s e D o N o t T u r n O f f T h e M a c h i n e F a i l u r e M a y R e s u l t I n D a t a C o r r u p t i o n . A wave of relief washed over her, despite all of the hiccups and it taking so many extra resets compared to usual, this was thankfully the typical routine. The repair was taking a lot longer than usual, but she assumed that was because of the level of damage that had occurred. Impatiently she waited, she looked at her girlfriend and, this wasn't what usually happened?