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hiya!! this account is gonna be suggestive (at LEAST), so please be aware of that before interacting!!

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They keep deleting my blog for this...

Uhm... Hiya-! (Again...)

I'm Sayori, and, um... this is my, uh... ...ehehe... this is my blog for my... inside thoughts about my girlfriends-?

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FUCK THIS

this is my hornyposting blog. Yuri keeps deleting it when she fronts, and I'm sick of it!

I go by she/he/it (xenos, too), and I'm devoted to my partners! See @softheartthrobs for that ^^

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Yuri walking around wearing just a cropped shirt that doesn't quite cover the lower edges of her areola

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going around the house pantsless and blessing everybody with the sight of her cute fat cock

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hello internet

is this cross fandom probably but.

i need more zooble x reader smut.

thats all send post

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Monika, laid out all prettily on her back, forearms tucked under the pillow beneath her head and face shifted into pure pleasure while she's being fucked so hard that said face corrupts when she cums

shoutout to @nataafterdark for sparking my brain

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not something id normally post but I NEEDDD the movie version of princess peach to glare at me like she did at mario while she calls me a good girl and tells me she knows i can take more

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glaze that cinnamon bun

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fffuck okay moots dont read this unless you wanna hear about me jerking off but ...

lets be real this is a freak blog idk what else you signed up for

fuck just got myself off so hard that standing up makes me sway a little and my fingers are tingly?? thats... new... and my whole body feels shivery? shuddery? I dont know nmman

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i need to be able to fuck a fleshlight mmmph just once... urghhh i need to cum inside it so bad...

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update i bought it and it shipped today

god im so nervous but also so excited?? ngh imagining moni being in co-front and talking me through it oh god...

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"Is something wrong, Miss Monika? You're all... jumpy."

"Nothing at all! I just, um... No, I'm alright!"

You're an awful liar.

"Fuck, Monnie... Mmph, this- Haah- This isn't enough..."

Monika, heir to her family's programming company, was currently away on a strictly business trip in America. She'd quickly come to hate the place, but that wasn't relevant to the current moment. In a week filled with nothing but meetings were she was being talked around instead of to, nights filled with her going over her schedule for the next day over and over so she knew exactly what was happening when... she'd struggled to focus.

She was a few days behind on her period, which naturally led to ovulation. ...which she could usually handle, with a simple text to one of her partners that she was coming over, but being away? In the confines of a cramped hotel room with thin walls and early mornings?

Sayori had decided that was the best time to send her the most explicit content she could. And, naturally, it worked.

A video sent in the middle of a meeting, and the bright burn on Monika's cheeks being quick to draw attention of her possibly-soon-to-be coworkers and boss. Hidden from plain view, but not from Monika.

Her girlfriend was on beautiful display in her bedroom, completely stripped bare, save for the pillow she had tucked beneath herself and between her thighs. She was saying... something, Monika couldn't hear while in the meeting, but the ultimate conclusion was to watch it later, when she was alone and away from prying eyes.

Silicone against wet skin, heavy pants and little whimpers, the occasional swear... And, god, her girlfriend had the audacity to send this to her when she couldn't even be there to replace that stupid, stupid toy between her palms? Ridiculous.

"Fuck, I need you so bad, Moni... I've tried to be good, I have, but- Oh, god..."

Monika's own hand followed the pace Sayori set for herself in the video - a ridiculous hour-long video of just... her jerking off... - trailing her fingers up against her throbbing clit when Sayori pulled out, then down the sides of the nerves when she pushed back into the stupid fleshlight.

This was... filthy. Repulsive, even. She couldn't even handle herself for a single week? Sure, she might be ovulating, and her girlfriends are all attractive in their own ways, and she might have been thinking about being pushed down into their bedding at home and feeling so good that her eyes roll back and she could see stars, but this was uncalled for! She should have more decency than to be in a huff to get back to her hotel room, closing her door a bit roughly behind her and not even bothering to turn on the lights before peeling her shoes and pants off, crawling her way into her bed.

"Mhm, mhm- Moni, I wanna know you're f- following what I'm doing, okay-? I know you're away and all, but all that- that stress isn't good for you, and-"

Her hips buck forward noticeably harder.

"-and you deserve to r- rela- Oh, fuck-!"

Monika's fingers followed suit, quickening their pace and tempo, only allowing more slick sounds to reach her ears, even when she didn't have the decency to strip fully. This was pathetic...

And she was so close that she could cry.

"Say, please... please, please-"

Her girlfriend couldn't even hear her, and yet, she was begging anyways?

Absurd.

Each time Sayori's pace shifted, Monika followed, like a silent command that only she knew. No matter what she did, though, something was just... missing. She knew her body was aching for that finish line, she could feel it in every inch of her being, but the dam just wouldn't break.

Sayori, please... Fuck, this isn't working...

"Can you cum for me, pretty girl? You've been so good, come on..."

Her eyes opened, widening slightly at the sudden praise, and in the next few moments, her body was bucking into her own palm, eyes shut and slightly dazy as she felt herself metaphorically glowing pure white.

Monika felt the muscles in her thighs tighten and loosen in a pattern that she couldn't quite mimic, letting out a few quiet moans as her body convulsed against her fingertips.

Once the waves mostly passed, she took a moment to catch her breath, staring blankly at her shut eyelids while her mind composed once more. Her free hand came up to the dim screen next to her, typing out a simple message.

Wowww, without me there? How rude...

The message was read, a brief typing symbol appeared before vanishing, then her phone buzzed in her hands.

Sayori was calling her.

"What, want me to do it with you this time? ...actually... your breathing says you might have already, ehehe~!"

"Shush... you can't just s- send a girl a video of you... d- doing that and expect her not to do anything with it-!"

"Awwww, poor little Moni couldn't keep her hands to herself!"

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unhhhhfgh im really thinking about getting myself a vibrator but ummmpgh...

good morning everyone!!

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hnnnngh i hateee that awkward week before my periods where all i can think about is getting bent over any surface, wherever my partners want, and just... nnngh...

and the warning cramps i hate them i hate that the only way they go away is when im grinding against my blankets or my own thighs or something

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okay fine yes I'm here to make my pop tart request i gave in 😓

mmmm i wanna request a sayori pov going down on literally anyone because uhnnng... okay im. civil about this. ummm preferably any tgirl but im down to go down on ANYONE whatever the vibe is mhm mhm yes

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the more the merrier, right?

Quiet afternoons with your girlfriends are always nice - if only because they don't tend to stay quiet for very long. Sometimes you manage to toy with them a little, nudge them in another direction. You'll watch their faces grow flush, thighs shivering into each other, hear them stammer something about how it's only if you want to.

Oh, you do want. Want dribbles down your lips every time you bob your head forward, every time your wrist strains ever so slightly from the unsteady motions that you throw back and forth beside you. Obscene, slimy suction fills your ears, a rhythm of your own making, just beneath the orgy of moans above. Mabel breathes and stammers out between a woozy smile, the ever-familiar warmth of her hand nestled through your curls, palm almost damp against your temple and crown.

Yuri, you notice, is in a sort of loop; she'll purse or bite her lips tightly, and like sparks flying between chafing metal, she'll slowly let out groans and grunts. Curiously, you slip away from Mabel, free her swollen cockhead from your lips with a sharp pop, and let your gaze float up towards Yuri.

Just a warm breath along the length is enough to make her whimper. Mabel's hand slopes down your head and finds itself gently resting on the back of your neck instead. You glance at her; she doesn't seem bothered, but you ought to keep her busy too. Your left hand is more imprecise, your motions sloppier, but her moans are satisfying enough to keep the warmth swirling in your gut.

You kiss every vein, slide your tongue under the edge of Yuri's tip, slowly dragging out a throaty breath from her. Within seconds, you're in the same high rush as before, noisily dragging yourself back and forth, away and towards her, eyes rolling up to stare at her face. She's beet red, still trying to stifle herself, until you suckle just beneath the height of her tip. To your delight, her head shoots back and her hand rockets towards your shoulder as she finally moans, loud, panting in its wake, a wavering grip on your collar.

Pleased, you mumble, try to murmur something - forgetting your mouth is so, so very busy - the vibrations against her shaft coaxing out other beautifully ridiculous sounds. Hazy, your vision blurs, hot clouds filling your head and slipping between the crevices of your brain, that heat trickling down your chest, your gut.

Yuri's cock slowly slips out of you, drenched, twitching before your hungry gaze, a thin strand connecting it to the tip of your tongue. It finds the ghostly touch of your fingertips, and you gently wrap yourself around her once more. Absently, she thrusts meekly into your grip, and you only rub your thumb along the thin, thrumming vein of her frenulum, a warm, milky stream of pre-ejaculate dribbling over the pad of the finger like the shudder dripping over her lip.

Again, you switch, feel the carnal scent of Mabel's dick as you bring yourself before her again. Your tongue swirls, your lips clench around her girth, and she chokes out a moan, fingers rising back up to knead clumps of your hair. You're more than eager, and that eagerness takes her by surprise; she shivers hard and her hips dance, almost hypnotically, towards your mouth, wetness trickling from the corners of your lips.

"Babe- ugh," she grunts. Relentless, you continue to glide your tongue, back and forth, her heartbeats throbbing between your lips.

You think to slow down, give her a moment, but the cocktail of sounds, heat, feeling, bubble in your head such that you can barely think. The back of your neck strains, almost, and the muscles in your jaw implore you for rest, but the sensation blurs, your every sense devoted to Mabel's taste, to Yuri's desperate canting into your hand. Their moans flood your ears, lapping up the underside of your brain until the world is just you and them, just them, until-

You mumble, blink, and salt fills your tongue. Mabel's grasp wanes, then tightens, wavering, hips spasming messily into your mouth. Yuri keeps bucking into your hand, and you let her take your wrist as you focus on not wasting a single drop of Mabel's nectar.

Yuri lasts almost as long; her own load ribbons your cheek, warm on your skin, dripping down and beading out from the edge of your jaw. Swallowing, you slowly let Mabel pull herself from your warmth, watch her chest thickly rise and fall as you lick the salt from your lower lip.

The three of you catch your breaths, panting. Mabel relaxes against her pillow, Yuri slowly tumbles over from her knees to her side, and you let yourself fall featherly over Mabel's stomach.

Tingles flutter in your head as you listen to each of them slowly pace their breaths, both satiated. Tenderly, Mabel runs the backs of her fingers against your cheek, and Yuri slowly crawls over, a shy, unbidden smile on her face. A kiss lays onto your forehead, and you lie sandwiched between your partners.

A look of pause flashes across Yuri's face. "Oh, goodness, what are my manners...?"

You watch her stand up, walk towards the bedside drawer, and pull sheets of tissues from inside. "Yuri," you protest, but she's already dutifully wiping the mess she's made on your cheek. The three of you giggle, an air of euphoria floating between you, the room growing dimmer as afternoon slowly turns to early evening.

Sleep threatens to take you in a matter of minutes, what with the quiet, but you hear them murmur to each other as you resist drifting off.

"She's... quite good, isn't she?"

"Mm. She has an appetite, that's for sure."

(almost gave up making it a threesome because by god was this so difficult to pace. not my best work. hopefully it's enjoyable nonetheless)

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i love being in a system with sourcemates because it means i get to live out ny days in a happy little polycule and hey sometimes someone can do a little clap and bam they look a little different and oh hey i didnt know we had this room here its really pretty and oh you want me to sit down and relax well when you look at me like that yes absolutely and oh gosh i didnt know you had changed your anatomy um do you still want me to call you a girl or okay so um like hey we've been together for a while and im sure you wouldn't mind if I just kinda slid off the bed and carefully got between your knees and just lifted up your skirt a little im gonna be gentle yeah I promise but I really wanna suck you off okay just this once please

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seeing that my moot is taking smutfic requests (yes nagi im taking about you) makes it both really tempting to go into her inbox like "hey i need to give SOMEONE head. i do NOT care i need to go down on one (or many!! the more the merrier!!) of your tgirls' dicks like a pop tart in a toaster" but unfortunately i have to be civil and. refrain myself

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holidays when you're in a little polycule are strange. they're so much fun, absolutely! but...

"mm? they're starting the fireworks already? can w-"

"ah, and where do you think you're going?"

"...to watch the show-?"

"and not finishing ours first?"

"come onnn, i'm already sensitive! i'm not gonna be able to fini-"

"yes, you can, baby. can't you be a good little thing for me, for us? just a little longer?"

...well... who am i to say no to that? especially when my partners look like this? knelt in front of me and teasing me with her fingers, teeth sinking into the base of my neck while i can feel her smirk against me, settled behind me to hold me upright with her fingers attentively pinch and pull at my chest...

"...sweetheart...?"

oh, gosh, here we go.

"mmh-?"

"does anything hurt at all?"

"mmhn..."

"answer her properly, Say."

"...it- it doesn't hurt, m..."

"go on. you can say it for her. let the woman hear what she wants."

"...it hurts s- so good, m- mistress."

"mm?"

the questioning sound of approval comes from the depths of her throat, and her fingers pull away from their teasing place. before i can whine, though, i'm being blissfully rewarded with a firmer pinch to my chest and a mouth against the throbbing bundle of nerves between my thighs, legs dropped over her shoulders and two fingers deep.

"mhm-! fuck-!"

"language."

"sorry, sorry-"

"...finish the apology, Say. you know what happens if you don't."

"please, i'm sorry, mistress, don't stop- mmph-!"

"...hm."

"it's new years eve, dearest. surely you can spare her?"

"...maybe."

"please, i'll do anything-"

"anything?"

"mhm-!"

"...hm."

and her breath is hot against my ear, and it makes my head spin, and her words are smoke and honey.

"don't finish until that ball drops again."

"wha- but it's already-!"

"did she stutter?"

"...mmhn..."

"but, ah... of- of course, if you find yourself uncomfortable with-"

"nonono, i can- i can be good-"

"are you sure? i'm sure our emerald will und-"

"no, Yu. i want her to behave. she can do that for me."

"haha- what does that mean, Prez?"

"it means... my puppy knows how to behave, doesn't it?"

"ohhh, shit."

"oh?"

"c'mon, pup. don't get all quiet now. it knows what to do for a treat, doesn't it?"

"...mmhn..."

"petplay? seriously?"

"natsuki, dear-"

"i- i can be... good..."

and that delicious click echoes through our living room, a nonverbal promise of a reward, and her mouth is working again. i can feel natsuki laughing against my skin, and one of yuri's hands come up to experimentally trail her nails across my scalp, and-

"mmh..."

"...is... does that feel... okay?"

"mhm..."

"oh, it's a sucker for scratches, aren't you, pup?"

"mm..."

"there's my pretty pet."

...i did not, in fact, last until that ball drop.

but it's okay.

i got ice cream anyway.

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Yuri and Monika being perverts at each other while everyone else just wants to watch the movie

Yuri: Ughh, stop please.

Monika: Cmon, we’re doing it under a blanket, they won’t notice.

Yuri: Your hand feels so ungg so good.

Monika: Does it baby? You love it don’t you?

Yuri: I do…

Monika: Then better keep quiet. Or else they’ll find out how naughty you’re being.

Natsuki: We all know you’re giving Yuri a hand job, now stop talking, it’s frustrating.

Sayori: Shhhh, I was actually really getting into it. Pretend She didn’t say that, nobody knows you’re giving her a handy, right Mc?

MC, hiding his blushing face: Yeah, sure.