#sans writes

[izaanagi]

❊ Getou Suguru who is pussy drunk wants you hot.

He wants you dirty. He wants you on your knees, on your back with your legs spread wide, looking at him from above. He wants you however you want to give yourself to him: there is little that can stop him from taking, and taking and taking some more from you.

He’d beg on his knees for an opportunity to lay on the ground, and have his eyes transfixed on your pretty, open pussy as you rub your clit, slide fingers inside and out of your hole, and make yourself wet. You have to give him the opportunity to observe you masturbate and make yourself feel good. 

Getou would suck on your fingers, so that he can imagine the way his saliva enters you on your fingers, and it makes him hard just to know that he is part of that. He desperately wants to put his mouth on your wet spots, lick up all the juice and then save the moment in his mental repertoire so that he can recall it at any opportunity and coddle his cock in his hand and make himself feel less pathetic than he is. 

There is desperation, and then there is Getou Suguru. Watching you take off your shirt? He is hard. Watching you apply lipstick? His hand is sliding inside his pants. Kissing you? He is going crazy, and his cock is throbbing. Sucking on your tongue? He will cum in his pants untouched. 

Your touch makes him feral, and every single inch of skin touching is both a turn off and a scorching flame, and there is nothing he can do to quench his thirst if you.

He will worship your body and your soul. 

Suguru will sniff you neck, leave hickeys as you rip his back to shreds with your nails, circle your hard nipples and then lightly bite them, and then suck on them as if they were the most delicious lollipop. He would trail your skin with his warm mouth, until he is at your Venus cusp and then slowly lower himself enough so that you can climb atop of him, and smudge your pussy on his nose and then ride his tongue into kingdom come. 

After all, Getou Suguru has been created only for your pleasure. 

He is there so that he can slide of his fingers inside of you, and scissors them until you are ready to take on his cock and comfortable host him for the time he can resist. Your walls hugging his throbbing dick, and feeling his fingers already working on your clit, because you can never have enough. 

Suguru would slam into you hard and fast, and then thrusting deep and slow, his shaft burying within you to the hilt, his balls hitting you. He would continue to switch up the rhythm, and observe you as you come undone beneath him and then again in front of the mirror, your pussy in display for both of you to see as it clenches on his cock. 

Suguru Getou wants you, and wants you to sport a white ring around his own manhood as he continues to fuck you stupid and cumming again and again, until you are full of his cum and have lost your mind enough to let him breed you just once more.

[izaanagi]

Where are youuu 😭

“Did you miss me?” He asks, his fingers tightly gripping your chin, pulling it closer to his face. He is looking directly into your eyes, letting your head spin fast.

There is a blush growing on your cheeks, the kind of ignites your bones and travels from your toes through your spine. You would blame it on the liquor, if you had had any tonight.

“I missed you, my love,” he continues, brushing his nose on your jaw, softly, and then tracing its contour until his mouth is lined up against your ear.

“I can see it in your eyes that you missed me. I can see that your hands travelled through the folds of your wet pussy as you thought of me pounding into you, getting frustrated every time you couldn’t hit as deep with your fingers as I did with my cock. Isn’t that right, mh?” He murmurs against your neck, his tongue lazily wetting you earlobe.

His breathing is slow and controlled, but you know exactly how much he is holding back by the fist he has clenched at his side, as the other slides down to cup your shoulder, not enough to bruise but strong as you keep rooted in place. There’s a tent on his crotch, and you have only exchanged a few words.

“I did, miss you.” Then, a pause. “Boss.”

He shuts his eyes at the last word, but that’s what is stopping you, and him, to get any further. You’re craving the smoothness of his lips colliding on yours, his built arms holding you tight and his curved, thick member driving into your pussy with a squelch. God, the sex stench must be already all around, because you can feel your panties wet and hole throbbing, as you swallow down the built up saliva.

“I want to kiss you,” he pleads, his eyes still closed.

“You know that would be highly unprofessional,” you turn him down.

“Me going to work tomorrow morning rock hard as I am now because I cannot stop thinking about you would be highly unprofessional.”

“There is a line we cannot cross, not anymore,” you breath out, and with a light push get away from the man that has been tempting you since he has come to ruin your job and your life with it. “I hope you have a nice evening, sir.”

Then you turn around and walk away from him. You can feel the thud of his head hitting the wall, his eyes likely closed and fist even more curled up at his side. But that’s inevitable, you think. There is no way this man could ever bring peace to yourself if you let him in your bedchamber once again. There would be no end to seeking for a series of orgasms eating at your brain and the stark reminder of a reality crashing on your head the morning after.

There is simply no way it could work; but that does not stop you from thrusting your fingers up your sweet hole until you can feel your wall clench, and whispers out his name.

[inact-sorrylol]

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[a-sunflower-at-night]

Ok, tell me, what can possibly cause a person to woefully bound on their bed?

[justanotherskelle]

IC random

This has been a while since I’ve written in this way, It’s been a while since I’ve been inspired to care, But I want to send a word to all who feel bad, To all those who think they have no right to be mad, To every person who’s heart has torn, Who’s soul lies shattered in the morn. There’s a power out there that’s stronger than we are, We can’t access it alone but.. we’re not alone. No one is alone. Not really. You’re not alone if you just reach out. There’s someone there waiting for you see them, There’s a figure in the shadows just outside the door, Open the door and look down on the floor, You’re never alone if you’ll only look, So even if it feels like you have been mistook. There’s a power out there that’s stronger than we are, We can’t access it alone but.. we’re not alone. No one is alone. Not really. I’m reaching out to those who need the love, To those who think they can not earn such a thing, You are loved, and you are strong, Though it may feel like I’m wrong, Let these words of love strengthen your soul, You are important no matter who.

[justanotherskelle]

Diary entry

And the mask slips a little further every day, And you feel you can’t return to the simpler way, But no matter how you struggle the debt is yours to pay, You can take a tab, you can take a loan, But the debt grows bigger still, And every friend or enemy, receives a part of your will.

Your power lies broken, shattered on the ground, Your desire to win is fading with each step, And you know that you can’t hold onto that mask, But the mask is all that keeps you sane.

Leave the sanity far behind... Return to the void, It’s waiting for.. M E...